Jumping impossibly high and skipping all over their new habitat, they would stop only to quench their thirst.
They found this new habitat warm and inviting; that is, until the dog dislodged them with several well-placed kicks and scratches.
Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
Jumping impossibly high and skipping all over their new habitat, they would stop only to quench their thirst.
They found this new habitat warm and inviting; that is, until the dog dislodged them with several well-placed kicks and scratches.
“It was free dad, how could I say no?” asked the foolishly curious child.
“When he asked you if you would rather pay by cash or cheque may have been an appropriate cue,” replied the typically angry father.
I keep seeing a man outside my window. He’s inside my house now, watching me.
I keep seeing a man outside my window. He’s inside my house now, watching me.
Legend has it that there was once a creature so awesome and epic that whenever it opened its mighty maw to roar, volcanoes would erupt, tsunamis would break the coasts, and the earth would tremble. But this was no mere creature, for it was part man, part bear, and part wolf, and went by the name of ManBearWolf.
My son was tucked in bed when he asked me to check under the bed. When I checked, my son was down there, and said that someone was on the bed
As his lips traced the softness of her neck, he whispered to her kindred soul, a fire was lit. Such incandescence, the winter cold had no hope, the wind was useless, outlasted by a simple love, a love so speechless.
Jules fingered the curl on her cheek, so pale below the light eyes, still of lash, directionless or finding infinity.
But her lobe burned his finger tips, a door on fire warning, don’t look at the bruising neck adorned simply with a rope.
He said he used to play with the ‘Dead’, John explained to his asylum cell-mate while watching Sam strum his guitar as well as Jerry Garcia had in his day.
Smiling to himself, Sam reminisced about the nights spent in his dad’s mortuary.
She stood in the middle of her empty apartment, once filled with furnishings, mementos, and dreams. She turned and walked out the door without bothering to lock it, leaving only the dreams behind.
One night I was coming home from college with my friend then she looked out side and asked what that was outside on a leash. She brought inside and said it was a puppy then I said my address on it then i said “that’s the dead corpse of my old pet puppy.
I came home after a long day of college and see an adorable puppy running down my hall. I realize I don’t own any animals.
Lost and lurking near the harbor after dusk, dark gray hoodie and heavy laden, he slips then stumbles headlong down the waterfront, landing in a tumble against the pier. Slowly, straining, stretching, pulling from deep within his burden and tucking around his legs, remnant of a cast-off navy blanket and crust of earth decide his berth.
Turning the corner one last time, I lean into my stride.
With legs pumping, chest heaving, and arms raised, I finally complete the marathon.
I have one aspiration in life.
I will be a Zombie Hunter.
My heart pounds in my chest as thoughts of bankrupting my family and being homeless fill my head with terror and my chest with pressure, all because I quit my job to follow my dream of writing full time.
I never realized a blank white page could shout fear enough to make my hands shake and hope enough to make me dream.
What do you want, I asked my thirteen-year-old impatiently.
Nothing, she snapped.
When he dropped out of school I did too, I got married right after him, had kids and killed my wife for the insurance just like he did.
I followed his plunge off the Westgate Bridge too, finally answering “yes” to Mums timeless question.
You come home to see your wife. You don’t know which is more creepy,seeing your dead wife or knowing that someone broke in to kill her.
You come home to see your wife. You don’t know which is more creepy,seeing your dead wife or knowing that someone broke in to kill her.