An active writer submits bad and even worse stories to TwoSentenceStories.com. He feels frustrated when he finds out he cannot find older entries because there is no search form.
I have lots of friends,But I am feeling myself lonely.
I want to share every thing,But I have to make some new friends.
I had long grown accustomed to the light that shone off her face like mystic white porcelain when the darkness of night surrounded us that was not from the glow of candlelight but was rather produced by the screen of the laptop she balanced on top of her thighs.
As the steady tap-tap-tap of the keyboard under her pretty-but-agile little fingers lulled me nearly to sleep, I took in a deep, fulfilling breath and sighed with the pleasure of knowing that my beloved wasn’t just any woman – she was a writer.
I looked for you in all the usual places; job agencies, friends of friends, publishing houses. Little did I know you lurked right there in front of me in my keyboard letters.
Every year it gets a bit harder to say it with a straight face.
Hi, I’m Mat and I’m a writer.
Being a writer never got anyone a roll in the hay.
Saying you’re a writer guarantees you’ll get your brains fucked out.