Frustrated, Ronald released a forlorn sigh. Hanging his head in defeat, he placed one more bill on the ever-growing pile.
Category: Competition
Competition
Gravestone
Brian Whebe, 1904 – 1972. It’s the “-” that represents his life.
Black Tears
I looked into her eyes in the moonlight and said, “don’t cry, not for me.”
She placed my hand on her wet cheek and replied, “it’s not tears, my love, it’s blood.”
Winning
They say life’s not a race. I’m still winning.
Ring Ring
The phone is ringing.
I don’t have a phone.
Longing
With eyes closed, languidly resting against the chaise, anticipating her companion’s next move; she hoped for something sweet, whispered flirtations, invitations for a rendezvous or four, and the indirect promise of a romance.
With eyes open, lids heavy, body leaning against hers, showering sweet kisses along her neck, and across her jawline, he hoped that his camouflaged words of sensual promise also conveyed to her the promise of more to come; a future.
Tea for Two
He brought her a cup of hot tea (perfectly sweetened with honey) and when she thanked him he said, “I used the dipper in the sky, the big sparkly one — I wanted you to have celestial tea.” She thought for a moment that she saw stars in the cup.
12:07
I look at the clock and realize it is 12:07 as I scream and yell, blood dripping down my arms as she sinks her nails deeper and deeper into them. I wake up thankful it is only a dream. My heart starts to pound again after I read the time on the clock, 12:06.
Dinner
After leaving my mother’s funeral and find out that know one has found her body, we come home and I tell my father that I’m hungry, then he tells me supper will be ready in 20 minutes, 20 minutes later I come into the kitchen, and sit down. My dad lifts the lid of the dish he has made, it looks like chicken legs, so I take a bite, and right after I do my fathers says, “Doesn’t you mother taste great?”
Dinner
After leaving my mother’s funeral and find out that know one has found her body, we come home and I tell my father that I’m hungry, then he tells me supper will be ready in 20 minutes, 20 minutes later I come into the kitchen, and sit down. My dad lifts the lid of the dish he has made, it looks like chicken legs, so I take a bite, and right after I do my fathers says, “Doesn’t you mother taste great?”
Punishment
I sweat and pant, and scream, but all that my father says to me is, “Honey you just 3 more years.” Little did I know that my punishment for not coming home on time would be to stay in closet for 3 years.
Competition OVER!
Hurro! So the competition is over. I’ll be announcing winners on Monday 2nd. I’ve got a LOT of stories to read though.
cheers,
Mat
*UPDATE*
Ok, I’ve chosen the winners! You’ll have to wait five hours or so. I’ve written most of the post about them all but now have to go out to see Milk. Will be posting it up when I return.
Dissection
My science teacher, Mr. John tells us to take a seat, we do, he tells us we are going to be dissecting. My heart starts to pound as I realize we will be dissecting live people.
Dissection
My science teacher, Mr. John tells us to take a seat, we do, he tells us we are going to be dissecting. My heart starts to pound as I realize we will be dissecting live people.
Free Mirror
I recently found a mirror, in perfect condition at the junkyard where I work, my boss said I could take it home, but later I realize every time I go to look at my reflection it’s not me but a little girl in a white dress. I started to get scared to I took it back to the junk yard. Just as I set it down in a pile, the girl pulled me in.
Free Mirror
I recently found a mirror, in perfect condition at the junkyard where I work, my boss said I could take it home, but later I realize every time I go to look at my reflection it’s not me but a little girl in a white dress. I started to get scared to I took it back to the junk yard. Just as I set it down in a pile, the girl pulled me in.
closet skeletons
Glancing briefly into his searching eyes, I smiled non-chalantly, innocently as the murderer shook my hand. After all, I’d been too young to remember… right?
Fire Stoked
When first married, passion’s fire so hot, never the lovemaking did you scrimp.
Twenty years later, the embers are cold, and poker limp.
Rule One
It goes without saying that conversations that needn’t be repeated have come to pass behind closed doors. The looking glass dare not venture there, but the ear has, more than once, so slyly crept.
A Dead Voice
I sit in bed alone, reading a novel, then i hear the words “Go to sleep” behind me. It’s just my dad, and i realize my father was buried with my mother three years ago.