I was alone sleeping, then I heard a noise, saying “come out, come out where ever you are”. He was behind me
Author: twosentencestories
The Ex
Eric: You know Hawaii looks really good on you.
Emily: You know Herpes looks awful on you.
a womans desire
I just couldnt understand why mam had gone.for how was i to know her desire to be with another woman was greater than her desire to be with me.
Overcoming Temptation
Ruth stood, empty hands clenched, watching the truck disappear.
“Wish he’d peddle his damn ice cream on another street,” she fumed, heading back inside.
Shhhh
The silence between them began as something comfortable. As the years passed it turned heavy and hot – like a down comforter during a sweaty nightmare, she thought, or perhaps simply one left on the bed too long into summer, for lack of anything else to use.
A Brown Life is Better than a Long Life
Big fat Mamas with large potato sacks for breasts keen to wear as little as possible to suck in as many rays as they can.
“I only spent one day at the beach last week” I heard one middle aged lady lying to her friend when asked “How did you get that brown?”
The shard
A single shard was all it took to bring a crimson stain, piercing the outer covering and opening up the vein, forcing nerves to do their duty and call upon the brain. Oh, the pain of a pane!
Art on your future self
His job was to foresee the future of the world, but when he tried to do his own’s, its was clear, as the reflection of a vampire. So he started to paint himself as…
Pain Killers
As the lights start flashing from blue, to red, to green, I wonder if I took too much of the medication. As the carpet convulses under my feet, I know I did.
Soulful Life
I was born, safe with a soul that was as whole as it should be. I died with it shattered, fear distorting it to the degree of no hope of repair.
Body Language
She turned toward me and said aloud, “Pass the parmesan cheese please.”
Her eyes however, said, “I hate you, you selfish bastard, for ruining my life.”
Alone
“Please don’t leave me here; I hate the dark.” That was the last thing she ever said.
Financial Woes
Frustrated, Ronald released a forlorn sigh. Hanging his head in defeat, he placed one more bill on the ever-growing pile.
Gravestone
Brian Whebe, 1904 – 1972. It’s the “-” that represents his life.
Winning
They say life’s not a race. I’m still winning.
Ring Ring
The phone is ringing.
I don’t have a phone.
Longing
With eyes closed, languidly resting against the chaise, anticipating her companion’s next move; she hoped for something sweet, whispered flirtations, invitations for a rendezvous or four, and the indirect promise of a romance.
With eyes open, lids heavy, body leaning against hers, showering sweet kisses along her neck, and across her jawline, he hoped that his camouflaged words of sensual promise also conveyed to her the promise of more to come; a future.
Tea for Two
He brought her a cup of hot tea (perfectly sweetened with honey) and when she thanked him he said, “I used the dipper in the sky, the big sparkly one — I wanted you to have celestial tea.” She thought for a moment that she saw stars in the cup.
12:07
I look at the clock and realize it is 12:07 as I scream and yell, blood dripping down my arms as she sinks her nails deeper and deeper into them. I wake up thankful it is only a dream. My heart starts to pound again after I read the time on the clock, 12:06.
Dinner
After leaving my mother’s funeral and find out that know one has found her body, we come home and I tell my father that I’m hungry, then he tells me supper will be ready in 20 minutes, 20 minutes later I come into the kitchen, and sit down. My dad lifts the lid of the dish he has made, it looks like chicken legs, so I take a bite, and right after I do my fathers says, “Doesn’t you mother taste great?”