Category: Two Sentence Stories

Me and Ne Ne and Je Je trekked across the mountains and to the desert until we found the rotted out and rusted remains of Robot Robbie.
Always an awesome alliterator, his happy influence invigorates instantly.

We laughed and ate and drank and fucked and sighed and slept.
We connected on a deeper level and then, then we went to the zoo and watched a seal swim about.

We chose business over the environment.
The environment really didn’t appreciate it.

We write so much about core values that I think people here actually believe it.
Reality tells the truth though.

Here pussy puss puss.
Calling out at the nightclub.

She knew all the answers.
Unfortunately, the only question she knew was ‘what goes with vanilla?’

Some of the things that happened were your fault, some weren’t.
No matter what, I’ve made a complete list and one day …

The fabric of reality is not fabric.
It is goo.

They called him a dew-hater.
Who hates little drops of water I thought.

Every year it gets a bit harder to say it with a straight face.
Hi, I’m Mat and I’m a writer.

Do you have bok choy?
No, he doesn’t work here anymore.

A raisin is a dried grape.
A reason is also a dried grape.

It was not something to be enjoyed, it was something to be milked.
We drank deep and then moved on (again).

In my spare time I made paper.
In my other time I made the sun.

I don’t want to learn to be alone.
I’d rather learn the bassoon.

You can melt sand to make glass.
You can melt me to make confetti.

The towering steak is buttressed by a gothic wall of potato.
He was an architect before he became a food critic.