Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
Yesterday morning, Mitch was all smiles at me and at everyone else at the office, as she enthusiastically told us about Rey, a new guy she met, and how gentleman he is despite the fact that their first date was still later that evening.
Today, I saw her avoiding me and she sobs whenever someone mentions the name Rey, which incidentally has the same name as mine.
Kneeling, I look up at her sunken cheeks, knowing, as my eyes rise to the crucifix on the wall behind her chair, that she is not long for this world. I know the pain is unbearable and I glance back and forth between her unsettled self and Christ’s body and soul, ready to escort her Home .
Furious, she found her big brown handsome man, the finest pumpernickel she’d ever seen, snuggled against that plain piece of white bread, both now somehow occupying the same bread wrapper.
His infidelity enraged her so that she grabbed them both, shoved them into the death machine, one in each slot and while depressing the lever, screamed “You’re toast!”
They came at her, slapping and punching at her, tearing at the very fabric of her soul, making her wish she had just gone a different way, had never come here at all. As the tears flowed, and she crumbled, her best friend said, “Holly, you know, it’s only an internet forum and you can click out of it.”
Frustration
It was our first football game and we were behind 32 to 0. He took it upon himself to inflict pain on the opponents by pinching an d biting at the bottom of the pile of players, unfortunately one of his own teammates received the second bite.
Petrified by the booming silence, I feel the need to scream. I hear a voice say, “It’s okay,” and I melt into a sobbing blob of joy.
I assumed I was allowed to go to a friends house when my mom said go take care of it. I am now grounded for three weeks.
To his satisfaction, finally the wall was built.
Only in time did he begin to wish he’d added a gate.
The day they had betrothed themselves to one another, Gabe was inebriated, having taken a handful of the little blue pills he had grown to adore more than even his next meal or breath.
So this unfortunate ending, sitting across from the love of his life signing papers issued by her attorney, The Great Neuterer, seemed the fitting finale to the union he had taken for granted for the last time.
He stood there staring at her patiently, watching her eyes dart from side to side, up and down, her face a beautiful study in motion, from frowns to slight smiles, to perplexed, to curiosity, and back to frowning again at the object in her hand.
Finally, his feet growing sore and his patience growing thinner, he asked her, “Have you decided on your order yet M’am?”
While the boy with sticking-out ears, we all call “wing nuts”, winds the Silky Oak “Herga & Co of Brisbane” school clock, he places one of his wing nuts against the clock and straightens it so it goes “tick – tick” and not “tick – tock”. If it went tick – tock it would go slower and slower until it eventually stopped.
Downed, again, amidst all the rush and tumble, the trash and the defeat. Everything I ever wanted was lost, and then I saw you again, and started again, because that is what you do to me.
Actions may speak louder than words, but words will always influence actions.
Words can make you cry, laugh or even sing with joy, which is why we must never forget them.
I am a person going through the adolescence stage of life.
In an adults eyes I am a teenager, a sincere insult thanks to the media.
He promised to love her no matter what her past is, and so they made love for the first time. After the libido subsided, and while they lay spent in bed, she confessed that she has herpes.
She wanted to be tied up which I thought was incredibly kinky.
Turns out she was just lazy.
To measure time is to measure one of mans’ greatest devices. Should you destroy this device, then you are left with complete harmony.
“For the absolutely last time, will you stop playing with that chainsaw!”
“Sorry”, replied Pinocchio.
They met online, emailed, talked on the phone for over a year, and finally, they were going to meet. Her heart pounded as she sat waiting, her hand in her pocket on the gun she would use to kill the man who had lured her baby sister to her death.
Baby, don’t hurt me.
Don’t hurt me, no more.