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.
Daniel sat on a grassy hillock overlooking the town and sighed contentedly, peacefully, as a lazy breeze caressed the grass around him. It was a good way to spend his last three minutes alive.
I fished the thing out of my belly button late last night, but I was too sleepy to take a close look.
After breakfast I threw it under the microscope and zoomed in until I could see quite clearly that it was the fully globalized planet Earth.
How could it be that there is only ONE God and yet his messenger was also God; thus making TWO?
Now if there is TWO, then there must be a ghostly CONNECTION between, so that makes three, see?!!
Very old now, I trudge the beach noticing that even the tide comes in faster these days.
Slithering behind, Old Nick’s slimy swish is accelerating, and louder and oh so confident.
I left my darling in the ICU, knowing that she would be well in a few days.
I returned after a short nap in the car to find that they had murdered her.
The big bang seemed a little ostentatious. On the whole, creation decided to downgrade itself to a level 3 reality impact;level 4 being X factor.
once i saw you in line at the cinema.
i’d already seen that movie.
Before zombies ambushed Santa Claus and ate his brains, he lived in Tahiti, wore a grass skirt, was clean shaven, employed only human union members in his toy factories, used horses to pull a gift-filled buggy, and delivered presents by entering children’s homes through front doors.
After receiving a new brain in a botched operation, he moved to the North Pole, wore only red suits, grew a beard, employed only non-union elves in his factories, used reindeer to pull a gift-fill sleigh, and delivered presents by entering children’s homes through filthy chimneys.
what we’ve got now we’ve got to give it up. but we can’t give up now
The Evil Witch hated Snow White; Snow White moved in with the Seven Dwarves.
The world has been Grimm ever since.
As the huge pot began to boil, Harry hollered, “I have herpes, syphilis, leprosy, so I’ll taste lousy, not to mention cannibalism causes madness and tribal extinction.”
His non-English speaking captors were entrepreneurs, not cannibals, so they sold the 30 gallons of chunky soup, 150 patties, 28 pounds of jerky and 500 sausages they derived from Harry’s carcass to tribes that were.
With the grim prognosis delivered in the sterile environment of the doctor’s office, James scooted his chair closer to Sarah’s, patting her hand, realizing she was at a juncture in her life for mending fences with her estranged sibling, even though he knew reconciliation would be difficult after so many years of hurt feelings stemming from a long ago forgotten slight.
“Absolutely not,” was Sarah’s initial reaction to the suggestion followed by, “I’m not in the mood to listen to helpful hints from the healthy,” leaving James to understand any bringing of the two together would be solely up to him.