Happiness!
NoschoolnoschoolnoschoolnoschoolNOSCHOOL!!!!. ...With five exclamation marks..
13 year old blogger/madman/trollface/magician/opussian/fish from England.
NoschoolnoschoolnoschoolnoschoolNOSCHOOL!!!!. ...With five exclamation marks..
The meeting finishes quickly, and soon I'm back in the corridor. As I walk back to my office, a young Asian man stops me.
There are two kinds of people in this world: those who end their sentences.
I barge through the crowded corridors, my phone still in my hand. It bears the message - "Where are you Jason. Meeting has started." I send a man sprawling as I bowl past him.
One day, an old man named John Reeve woke up with a terrible pain in his gut. He had never, in his seventy-nine years of life, experienced anything like it.
Is it possible to like your own opuss?.
#twisted When the phone rang, James Black was reading a newspaper and eating his breakfast. He reached across the table, picked up the phone and spoke: 'Hello?' 'Hello, is this James Black.
I think that it's time for a new competition/event. So here is my challenge: Create a story (whatever genre you want) and tag it with the word #twisted.
#myworld The wind softly sings its quiet tune to the loud, messy world that I occupy. The thin red grass by the cliff's edge sways. A giant shape eclipses the green-tinted sunset.
I would like to discuss with you, readers, the question of whether aliens exist or not. Please join the debate in the comments section. My opinion is: of course aliens exist.
Why are all of the top Opusses poetry. Why. Why?. WHY?!?!?!.
Dear Sam, Good news. I'm outta the slammer. (you may remember that two years ago, I was falsely convicted of murdering my entire family.
"Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two makes four." Winston Smith, 1984. "Screw that, I looked it up and he's wrong." Me, 2012..
Read the title. I got a glitch for 2 months that meant I couldn't use opuss. So I've had to cancel my story. :(.
After twelve years of using lip balm, I discovered today that it is not a suppository. Why did nobody tell me this before?!.
Life is sometimes not worth living, but what else can you do with it?.
The sluggish air holds the stench of death on its misty tongue. I limp past the rubble of the destroyed shops that once lined this street.
To anyone who likes the Hunger Games, check out Patrick Ness' "Chaos Walking" trilogy. It is EPIC..
Read the title. I've been meaning to for a while. If you think I should, please like this opuss. p.s. follow me or die!.
There once was a young man named Mac, Who every night slept in a sack. One morning he said, I must have a bed - Then died of a fatal heart attack.
Does anyone else keep getting annoying messages from Opuss about karma. (I now have 500 karma, thanks to Opuss!).
I am immensely proud that I am using this app, especially as I can't read..
My doctor just told me that my cancer is improving remarkably... It is now able to resist all known treatments!.
People have recently started liking my Opusses. (maybe because I have bothered to write some.) Why am I bothering to write this?.
Why do people keep calling me stupid. Maybe I'm not the sharpest spoon in the drawer, but at least I can spel!.
My boss is slimy and greasy. He is heartless and spineless, and he has far too much dough... Conclusion: my boss is a pizza!!!.
Life is like a sewer... What you get out of it, depends what you put into it!!!.