Ferocious bears, giant bugs, frog princes, and beautiful flowers that smell like pumpkins live in this land. They occupy the little cottage in the wood, the one where I live too.
Author: twosentencestories
The Coin
I gave a 1-peso coin to a child, who knocked on my car’s windshield when I stopped on a red light. I did not notice that the coin escaped from his tiny hands and he crawled under my car just when the light turned green.
Writer’s Block
He paced all morning, never far from the window – stopping every three or four times around to peer out, stretching his eyes for a glimpse of her, but she was never there. When he tried to write to her even that didn’t work; what he settled on at last was writing simply “Your Valentine loves you” before he folded the scrap of paper and pushed it through the bars, to drift like a butterfly to the ground outside far below.
Cartoon Character
If I were a cartoon character I would like to be someone from Pokemon.
Because they always look so cool and they seem to have perfect hair, and also because then I’d own my very own Pikachu and get it to zap people I didn’t like!
Love Song
Sweat glistened on bodies joined in carnal dance, trickled over softly rounded landscapes, dipped into secret valleys, while the frenzy increased. After echoes of the last soaring crescendo diminished, the slickened bodies separated, heartbeats slowed, and passion cooled the weeping love had ignited.
The Hat
The sterile white hat with its lipstick-red cherries that Margie had intended to wear at her daughter’s wedding before she’d eloped with the plumber, had been exiled in her wardrobe.
But after the good news from her daughter Margie decided that the hat would do for the christening instead.
Oblivion
For twelve long agonizing months he had battled the rapacious disease and kept it at bay. Tonight though, bronze token in hand, he planned to drink his way back into the familiar comfort of oblivion.
Regrets
Heart heavy, shoulders slumped, he opened the front door. After crossing the threshold, with the mistake he made tormenting his soul, he shut the door on his past and his future.
Her Valentine
It was hard for her when, in all their fashionably bohemian passions, they spoke of love, for she, too, had much to say on the matter. But how could she have told them that she was in love with words?
Reunited
He was my best friend and roommate for 10 years until he disappeared 5 years ago because of a murder he was accused of committing. Now I see him coming, handcuffed, and oblivious of our reunion as he entered my jail cell.
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You’re an open book.
And I’m an illiterate.
The Wedding Reception
The bride was beautiful; the wedding every bit as solemn and religious as she had planned and the long reception line as dignified as an audience with the queen.
Nobody had noticed the little ring bearer slip away until he poked his head out from underneath the bride’s billowing gown to a chorus of gasps and guffaws.
The End of the World
“The world is about to end, my friend,” said the bald guy in the robe, much to my amusement.
I stopped laughing when the sun winked out.
Meat Pie
Can you believe it? A meat pie for $6.20?
The Girl
I saw the girl stare at me outside. It was the middle of the night.
The end of 14 Robbie St
Long hair long gone; red hair in the red.
All over SMS FIGHT.
Let tranquility reign from beginning to end of earth today and everyday so the weapons of war become silent evermore. Warfare has no purpose other than to establish the superior man, what will become when there is only one man remaining?
Rethinking My Motives
As I woke to the oddly-smelling, dirty motel room, I reflected on why I was here. It was all because of an argument, and now there was a strange woman with me in a strange place, and I had an odd-looking rash where rashes oughtn’t be; why do these things happen to me?
Winner Takes All
As he adjusted the cumberbund on his tuxedo, he thought of her, how they’d known her all his life, been in love with her for most of it, and what a great wife she was going to be. He straightened his tie, opened the door, and walked down the stairs where his best friend greeted him with, “Ready to go be my best man?”
Conjecture
“You’re dead,” he breathes.
“I am,” I respond.