The best tag I've seen going through the blog-world. No one's tagged me, but I'm reading a lot of tagged people. A challenge, it is. hmm...
Here goes nothing:
Was he a loser? He had a job, a great wife, and three kids. A house in middle-class America.
He wasn't so sure. He seemed to be lazy and not really rising at his job. His daughter made him feel dumb. His son was a brat. Yikes.
"Homer, the game's on TV".
"D'oh. I forgot."
He was in trouble. He was out of ammo.
He ran helter-skelter, avoiding open spaces. They'd be on to him - vultures, preying on his weakness. He was never the soldier, preferring the company of his books and music.
Bang! It was over.
He put his controller away. "Damn, you are good with that shotgun".
The reports were here.
He wasn't giving up. Money was no object. He was a fighter, and fighter hamesha jeet ta hai. On the way back from the doctor, he stopped at the pharmacy. He saw her then. Black hair, sparkling lined eyes, the ankh. The ankh. He sagged. "It's time, isn't it?" She nodded.
Some extremely good ones:
* The last one's my favorite, but a bit obscure...this link may help.