She sat on the side of the road, staring at the body, flattened and bloodied by her oversized SUV, wondering if she should call someone or just leave and try to get the smell of the creature off of her. She felt bad in a way, because after all, every creature has it’s redeeming qualities, but he had cheated on her with her own sister, so of course, he had to die.
Ideal
At my job I have the ideal situation!
Work about thirty minutes a day and no drug tests!
Cubicles
Cubicles make my pussy so wet.
More phrases an office-worker will never hear.
Smiled
I smiled.
And she cried.
Mind-reader
I can see into your mind.
Kirk is NOT better than Picard!
Secret
My deepest secret.
On sale now!
Interruptions
As soon as she got an awesome idea for the short story contest and sat down to write, her dogs came to her begging to be taken out yet again. She looked over at her husband who was sleeping on the couch like he had been all day and thought, how will I ever get anything done like this?
Recovering
SO there were drinks at your house with all your friends.
Recovering well, I see.
Bliss In Your Eyes
I once saw bliss in your eyes which saved me from my demise. But needing you made me realize that loving you made me hollow inside.
One Way or Another
A mountain climber travelled ahead in time and began to climb of Mount Everest, but halfway up he discovered the body of a man who resembled him—same clothing, same face—lying frozen in the snow. The climber removed from the dead man’s pocket a delicate gold pendant, which he placed around his own neck, and then continued up the mountain, finally reaching to the summit of Everest on his second try.
Nervous Chatter
“So, essentially, I think time travel is a real possibility, despite the Casimir effect, if we can develop a self-directed artificial intelligence and send it through a natural wormhole in space, because over time it could travel to earth and build a stable artificial portal,” he rambled.
“Have you ever BEEN on a first date before?” she asked.
You Go First
“You go first,” said the young girl with fear in her voice. “OK. But this is the last time, ” replied her sister, for the last time.
Promise
“I swear… I’ll never lay another hand on you again. I promise.”
Take That
When those who were invited began to show up, there sure was a lot of hugging going on. Old doc Cooper hugged her, and tightly too; and Missy Danby, a nurse from two doors down, arrived and hugged her; and Jason Miner the fire chief hugged her so hard that finally they could lift her high enough to loosen the rope from the around her neck.
Scarlet Letter
She conceals herself in the dark shadows of her bedroom where it is quiet and where she finds peace beneath a pile of clothes where she sleeps protected and hidden; but “where is the little girl?” they will ask finding her bed empty, and “where has she gone?” when they search for her but find nothing. The window is ajar, and a breeze billows the curtain—“She has run away,” they will say, “to test the fates on this cold and windy night”—but the little girl is safe… for a while; and though always vigilant, she remains mercifully unseen, shielded and safe beneath the pile of clothes in the shadows.
The Transfiguration of Christ
The transfiguration is when man became God, bringing together the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit (of which Jesus had been blessed by his birth) to form the Holy Trinity. Jesus is God and Son and is filled with the Holy Spirit, but before that day on the mountain when God proclaimed, “This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased; listen to him,” Jesus was simply a man… with radical ideas, a man inspired to speak out against the established doctrine, espousing freedom of thought and selflessness.
Sixth Sense
An icy hand ran its fingers down my spine, summoning goose-pimples and shocking my arm hairs to attention. I’d received no call or note, heard no voice in my head, but I was suddenly certain I was no longer a twin.
I farted and someone laughed. It would be funny if I wasn’t alone in my house at the moment.
Essay Limbo
At 11:59 pm of October 10, she finally hits the submit button for her report, but as she looks at the date she realizes this essay was due on October 10 of last year. Frightened, she blinks, seeing an empty document in her laptop, she begins her essay, again.
cold fury
Blood on the rise. Can’t sleep, won’t apologize.