Category: Two Sentence Stories

He spent every summer swimming on his neighborhood team, cheering at the meets, and sharing awful concession stand food with his friends. Even now, he gets a little nostalgic over slightly soggy nachos.

She met two Spanish boys while standing in line for an hour outside the palace at Versailles. She passed them crossing the street months later in Rome and said nothing because it felt not like fate, but like pure happenstance.

He broke up with her the day before finals. She scored 100 on every exam.

He made a lot of promises when drunk. What may have been even more stupid is that he felt compelled to honor them when sober.

The old woman had a very well-educated granddaughter whom she seldom wrote. It wasn’t for lack of love, but rather because she felt her own, uneducated writing would seem laughable.

When her doctor informed her she must stop eating sugar, she followed his advice immediately. For months afterward, she would dream of an imaginary grocery store aisle with nothing but refrigerated cakes as far as they eye could see.

You still think I am coming to satisfy a hunger, but you are wrong: if I come into someone’s house and compliment their selection of art, it doesn’t mean I’ll stuff a statue under my overcoat on the way out. I am well-acquainted with your best possessions and I am uninterested in the inventory or in how you protect them.

Sometimes, she wished her girlfriends were men. She thought she could be happy dating them, but she had zero lesbian impulse.

He really did love her. It did not stop him from shooting up.

While they were on tour, the band mates had an unusual on-going competition to see who could go the longest without showering. Stage lights make people sweat a lot.

Of the three friends, he was the most deeply disturbed and misogynistic. He was also the first to get married.

If her parents really didn’t want her to be promiscuous, then why did they name her Lolita? You might as well name your kid Walter and expect him not to be an accountant.

The boy’s mother was insane, and everyone wondered what would become of him as a result. He could have followed in her footsteps, but instead he pushed himself harder than anyone else and became more successful than his classmates and friends with a happier provenance.

You are a rough, country girl torn out of the hills near a town where I used to live and I have been lost in more countries than you could probably name. And still, he chose you.

Her father worked multiple jobs to keep her in a particular house, at a particular school, and routinely participating in the correct extracurricular activities. If anyone had ever asked her, she would’ve said she preferred he work fewer hours, make less money, and spend more time with her doing nothing in particular.

When it came to love, Schopenhauer did not speak to him. The philosopher’s theories about romance and the will to life shed no light on why one gay man would be attracted to another.

He had a crush on my friend Sarah, though she couldn’t stand to be around him. He phoned one night when I was drunk and immediately accepted my completely insincere invitation to visit—meaning I spent the better part of a good weekend kicking myself whilst trying to distract him from the fact that he was being brutally rebuffed.

The will the old woman left behind clearly specified that if any of the objects in her home were moved from the way in which she had originally positioned them, the museum established in her name would lose funding from her heirs and be dissolved. After the night of the art theft, the curators determined that if they hoped to keep the museum open, they had no choice but to leave the empty frames on the walls interspersed with the remaining works.

He gave up chocolate every year for lent. Often, he would spend his mornings feeling guilty without knowing why until he suddenly remembered a dream from the night before in which he’d shamelessly gorged on M&Ms or Godiva or brownies.