Killing is easy when you have watched your family suffer every naked indignity. After than using the knives only felt normal and happiness was watching the blood gushing from their necks and stomachs.
Centries old the struggle was only by men and the prize was women and everything else the loser had. It had started as a solution to war and an outlet for aggression and those who played well sometimes only had to play once, of course the losers only played the one time.
“I’m way too high for this shit!” I shouted in the King Soopers produce section. The cop didn’t believe that I was diabetic and talking about my blood sugar.
She knew she had to run from the beatings, the bruisings, the blood and brutality. After all, the police were on their way, and being arrested was not an option.
Spring came. Only then did she remember that there was a season apart from winter.
And on the last weekend of every month he would go and spend hours upon hours with his friends.
Friends, who though dead, were good friends still.
Daddy never answered when I called, so mommy bought me a doll that resembled him and a box of pins I stuck in it to keep track of the times he didn’t answer. I still love my daddy, even though police found him in his rented room lying in a pool of blood from the small holes riddling his body.
All the other nuns assumed she had joined them because of a shared devotion. She later confessed it was simply because she hadn’t realized that the last man who asked her to marry him would be the last man who asked her to marry him.
The judge read out the sentence. It was four words long.
The candidate, caught out in the scandal,read from his prepared speech. “I have nothing to say but that I have nothing to say and I can see no point in telling you that there is no point in telling you this.”
He loved their sex life. She loved her rabbit.
Stale smoke clung greedily to stained cream walls, ineffectual fans spun lazily at disjointed angles, failing to disturb the miasma. Welcome to Dodge
I wished, the crying in the middle of the night would stop and it did. The laughter stopped too, but the scent of baby powder still clings to my arms.
When her childhood crush informed her he was getting married, she felt devastated until he added: “We’ve been together so long, I feel like I owe it to her.” Suddenly, she felt very sorry for his fiancée.
Ah, masturbation. You can’t beat it.
Ominous radioactive clouds reflect in the ocean under the full moon. “Kiss me, this is it,” I say, and love grows like our cancerous cells.
This is a two-sentence story. It has two sentences.
I know I am two persons, but the mirror shows only one. Am I crazy or am I dreaming?
Stalker donned sheepskin. Susie cried, “Wolf.”
—John H. Dromey
It was both a gift and a curse that I was with her when she took her last breath.
I truly wanted to be there to comfort her in her last moments, but those empty dead eyes will haunt me for the rest of my life.