Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
Going Green
George met Sally at a Biology lecture and asked her for her opinion of his senior project to increase the wetlands frog population. Sally accompanied him and impressed by his work surprised him with a kiss, only to hear a loud ‘poof’ and her voice blurt out a throaty, “Ribbit!”
I texted my daughter to ask her exactly where I was supposed to pick her up. Just as I hit “send” she bounced off my hood, crashed through my windshield and landed lifeless in my lap.
The battle had been particularly bloody with casualty rates spiking on both sides. As the smoke and haze cleared; as the dead were being recovered from their foxholes and the surrounding field; I took pause at how peaceful I look.
I was going to hide in the cupboard, she would never find me there. But it was taken by her late husband.
“Don’t you dare!” he shouted, running towards me, trying to get the weapon from me.
But I dared… and I dared skillfully.
They were delighted to finally hear I have a dark side after confessing, during our team’s drinking session, that I’ve carefully planned to really hurt people for making fun of me all the time. I was too glad to see them truly happy for me for once that I decided to postpone tonight’s plan for them until the next team gathering.
As expected, I saw another disgusting pile of my roommate’s hair clogging the shower drain. Irritated, I started to forcefully pull the strands out only to hear someone’s screams of pain screech out from the drain pipe.
I woke up about 11 a.m. with my head pounding and my mouth dry. I’m still amazed the blood splattered all around the room and not on me.
You suddenly feel the cold shiver run up your spine. But you still won’t turn your head to look back.
My ex-husband told me that he would steal my heart again.
It now sits in a jar on his nightstand.
My five year old daughter asks her mother to read her a bedtime story every night.
Her mother died five years ago in childbirth.
I smiled as I watched the lady scold herself for being so scared when that stupid black cat had jumped in front of her in that dark alley. That smile turned into a grin when I realized she hadn’t noticed me standing right behind her.
Most girls first memories are of being given a bottle, or rocked to sleep.
Mine is of being raped.
They say you are what you eat. According to his driver’s license, I’m now Virginia Resident ‘John Tuckett’.
They always said she had a big heart. It’s true, I can’t fit my hand around the damn thing.
i was playing wii sports bowling home alone against myself with two controllers. it was the other controllers turn so i walked over to pick it up but it was gone and i heard “strike” from behind me.
A stranger once asked if I could lend him a hand, so I did. He never gave it back.
I sneezed once, twice, three times in succession. A thin voice beside the bed cackled “God bless you.”
The sound of the growling dog pulled me from a deep slumber. I don’t own a dog.
As I hunched over the sink to spit out a mouthful of toothpaste, my eyes flickered toward the mirror. My reflection was standing erect, watching me.