I met a beautiful woman today, twice: the first time she kissed me and warned of impending doom; the second she had no idea who I was.
I have to figure this out, before it kills me.
Category: Competition
Competition
Oblivion
For twelve long agonizing months he had battled the rapacious disease and kept it at bay. Tonight though, bronze token in hand, he planned to drink his way back into the familiar comfort of oblivion.
The Hat
The sterile white hat with its lipstick-red cherries that Margie had intended to wear at her daughter’s wedding before she’d eloped with the plumber, had been exiled in her wardrobe.
But after the good news from her daughter Margie decided that the hat would do for the christening instead.
Regrets
Heart heavy, shoulders slumped, he opened the front door. After crossing the threshold, with the mistake he made tormenting his soul, he shut the door on his past and his future.
Her Valentine
It was hard for her when, in all their fashionably bohemian passions, they spoke of love, for she, too, had much to say on the matter. But how could she have told them that she was in love with words?
[Your Title Here]
You’re an open book.
And I’m an illiterate.
Reunited
He was my best friend and roommate for 10 years until he disappeared 5 years ago because of a murder he was accused of committing. Now I see him coming, handcuffed, and oblivious of our reunion as he entered my jail cell.
The Wedding Reception
The bride was beautiful; the wedding every bit as solemn and religious as she had planned and the long reception line as dignified as an audience with the queen.
Nobody had noticed the little ring bearer slip away until he poked his head out from underneath the bride’s billowing gown to a chorus of gasps and guffaws.
Hatred
I only use the word hate when absolutely necessary. Don’t you just really hate the word?
The End of the World
“The world is about to end, my friend,” said the bald guy in the robe, much to my amusement.
I stopped laughing when the sun winked out.
The Poet
Sasha. His name was just a whisper, but his words could blow open shutters and leave them hanging like children clinging to their mother’s skirt.
Finding My Husband
I met my husband at the circus and he was not a silly clown or an arrogant lion tamer or even an overly muscled trapeze man.
He owned the arena and I fell for him immediately.
Meat Pie
Can you believe it? A meat pie for $6.20?
The Girl
I saw the girl stare at me outside. It was the middle of the night.
His Whispers
He whispered erotic fantasies as he touched me gently. The desire of ecstasy flowed through my body.