Menu
Show Comments

54 Comments

Close Comments

Join the conversation!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s

Comments

      1. well I don’t understand you that much but this is what I mean: ‘someone’ is my cousin and my cousin asked me if I like her sister more than my cousin, I like her sister more than her but I didn’t want to hurt her feelings so I said I like her more.

        Like

      2. Ah, I see. My grandfather asked me once the same question: Do I love them more (i.e. my father’s parents) or my other grandparents. I was ten at the time. I told him that I loved all equally. It wasn’t true, but I get where you’re coming from. It’s tough when people you care about put you in that position. 🙂

        Like

    1. Silly question really, but I’m new to this so please bear with me: what does re-blogging do? Do you get all the prompts straight to your blog after so that you don’t have to return here for them?

      Like

      Reply

  12. Reblogged this on rachelmartin460 and commented:
    I thought this would be an interesting blog post to respond to for the assignment to write at least one more blog before Tuesday. It requires a certain amount of honesty that most people probably aren’t willing to exert on the internet for a group of people they don’t really know very well but have to see in person at least two days a week…..

    But anyways, I think the last lie I told was probably to my dad this morning over a text. He asked me what my plans are for this weekend because he wants me to come back home to see my family. I don’t have work or anything, but I told him that I would probably be busy all weekend and that I don’t feel like traveling because I’m tired and I have homework to do that could take a while.

    The reason I set my pants on fire for this one could possibly have several different reasons, but I think I’m just afraid that I’ll become slightly homesick and overwhelmed. See, I just moved out of my house into an apartment after living in a dorm last year and living at home full-time over the summer, and it’s taking me a while to get used to the sudden change. With school and work and a million other things going on in my life right now, I don’t have the time to go home and risk homesickness. Perhaps that’s a bit juvenile, but I’m okay with that.

    Like

    Reply

      3. Well I think its your troll thats living under my bridge and eating my goats as they go tripping and trotting over my bridge to get the grass in the other field. I employed a troll master to get rid of the last one that moved in under my bridge. I cannot see why any self respected troll would want to live under my bridge its cold, drafty, when it rains the river raises. I did bult a large block of social housing flats all with bath, flushing toilers with bidets, large kitchen, 2 & 3 bedrooms they come with gardens all at a low rent. Each garden has a mock bridge with tripping & tropping sound effects and room for raising 2 goats.
        So they are standing empty and if you have trolls eating you out of house and home and time they moved out, so you can turn their bedroom into a hobby room just send them to Gnome towers, home from home for your growing troll. 🙂

        Like

  22. Today is the last time I told a lie. After watching Cars twice back to back, my three year old son was adament about watching it again. He has recently discovered both Mater and Lightening McQueen. He breathlessly watches Mater and the escapades of the residents of Radiator Springs. We are clearly in the having the cassette on repeat in the deck while learning every word to every song stage!
    Usually, I limit him to one program. He was home sick today from daycare. And I might mention that is where he first met, “Now that’s funny right there” Mater.
    So, after said backstory, I lied to my three year old and told him the BluRay was tired and needed a nap. Otherwise it would break and we wouldn’t have Cars anymore. He totally fell for it.
    And then my eight year old pipes up with mama that’s not true. We watch stuff at school over and over.

    Like

    Reply

  23. Today is the last time I told a lie. After watching Cars twice back to back, my three year old son was adament about watching it again. He has recently discovered both Mater and Lightening McQueen. He breathlessly watches Mater and the escapades of the residents of Radiator Springs. We are clearly in the having the cassette on repeat in the deck while learning every word to every song stage!
    Usually, I limit him to one program. He was home sick today from daycare. And I might mention that is where he first met, “Now that’s funny right there” Mater.
    So, after said backstory, I lied to my three year old and told him the BluRay was tired and needed a nap. Otherwise it would break and we wouldn’t have Cars anymore. He totally fell for it.
    And then my eight year old pipes up with mama that’s not true. We watch stuff at school over and over.

    Like

    Reply

  24. Today I told a lie to my ex boyfriend. After him calling my 97 times I finally answer to tell him to quit calling me or I will put him on a block list. He told me if I didn’t talk to him he was going to come to my house. I told him that I had a date with my new boyfriend. Which I didn’t. So that is the last lie I told.

    Like

    Reply

  27. My dad was against me doing journalism in the first place. But after persuading everyone that that’s what I want, he immediately thought I was accepted. The whole year I’ve been pretending to have been accepted and have been living this lie. I had one FINAL chance to make things right without him knowing or me being dead. I actually thought I will fail after being rejected twice because of my grades. But each time, I say NO: its either I win or things are going to look bad.

    Dad is too strict and makes a big deal of small issues. So for him to know about this is like huge bomb just landed on his doorstep. I kept imagining what would the scene be like if he knew and every time the scene get darker and darker. I put on all the effort I had, all the confidence that was left and worked really hard till I got an 85 on the course. Things worked out well.

    But that lie haunted me for a year: I had nightmares each night, I had chronic migraines because of the stress and the fear, I was always scared, I kept avoiding him so that he wouldn’t ask me about college and it was just a horrid feeling. Now I feel free and happy (for real ! ). It’s like a big burden got lifted off my back

    Like

    Reply

120 Responses While this prompt is closed to new entries, we encourage you to visit the Reader to find other avid bloggers.