Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
Competition
“I promise I’ll call you as soon as I arrive in Key West” he said, as he gave her a deep kiss goodbye, and held her tightly, vowing how much he would miss her while he was gone these next two days.
Too bad the rat didn’t realize that Sloppy Joe’s has a webcam she thought, as she caught sight of him in a wicked embrace with the tawdry blonde next to him at the bar.
Of all those in the Pythagorean campo that season, Mistra, a youngish woman, was the most brilliant and coldly determined in argument.
Yet her hands and body shook violently that morning as she whispered urgently to the stunned Master of her dream that the long side of the triangle, when squared, equaled the summed, squares of the other two.
After opening for the headlining Pynchonettes, the members of Shredded Pecker returned to their van parked in the alley behind the club to find what they initially thought were their first groupies. Though on closer inspection it was determined that they were only a pair of bag ladies looking for a place to get out of the cold, this did not prevent bass player Flemmy Squatencough from partaking anyway.
As unofficial house-poet of a borderline accredited girl’s junior college, Schwaa U’u had committed many acts that would almost certainly have been considered socially unacceptable outside the confines of the ivory tower. Such was the charismatic seediness of his reputation, that when, following his death by mystery, it was found his entire body of work consisted of little more than a handful of largely inscrutable bits of esoterica, the legend of his eccentric genius was assured.
The jump rope lay bloodied where young Lucy had played before Lady Murphy run amok down the street with her scythe. Damned aristocracy.
Pursued down dark sidewalks, across streets black with rain water, and finally into the oblivion of a blind alley, Blanche Erasmo turned with panic and exhaustion to face her fate. No one was there.
As lonely, unloved, frumpy Liz was about to jump from the Golden Gate Bridge, ten passing dolphins called to her saying, “Hey beautiful, we’re heading for Hawaii and Tahiti, so why don’t you join us?”
Delighted that such playful, adorable, loving creatures wanted her, she jumped right into the arms of ten sharks wearing dolphin costumes
She asked me why the Pythagorean oath of secrecy was so strictly enforced that they even once drowned a “leaker”.
I asked her to try to imagine that SHE was the first person in the world to establish a direct connection between numbers and geometric figures, and then try to recall why Darwin hid his book.
Unsure of what to do and what to say, the best she could say was “Let’s just avoid the day altogether!”. Meanwhile, her heart pounding in her chest, eyes cast downward trying to force a smile; he agreed, and neglected to notice the shoulders cast lower.
what do the Gods ask?
how the hell would i know?
He held the gun and aimed, and then, for a fleeting moment, wondered if he should pull the trigger.
Then the highway patroller shrugged, used his radar gun, and pulled over the next poor sap who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The game was an endless variation on a few simple themes. The final out was a routine fly ball–to a Martian disguised as a right fielder.
I slide deep into the murky lake; sharp teeth clamp my foot. Alligators do exist.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t write stories in just two sentences, so I sought help from a head doctor.
He found a big bump on my cranium that caused excessive wordiness, so yesterday he slammed it with a sledge hammer, and today I have five stories posted on the Two Sentence Stories site.
To fully capture the essence of the world in single sentence is quite a feat; so I was surprised to hear it done while watching Mad Men the other day.
One of the characters said, “This place is Gynocracy”
Without wealth my darling, little American girl quietly died
my private option
The vampire wasn’t afraid of anyone finding out his secret. “The one thing that keeps us safe, is the fact that humans don’t believe in us.”
I stood in the rain, cursing the sky, then amazingly all was quiet.
So that’s what lightning tastes like.
I was waiting for the bus.
Then it hit me!
You’re high in protein.
I’m hungry.