While the boy with sticking-out ears, we all call “wing nuts”, winds the Silky Oak “Herga & Co of Brisbane” school clock, he places one of his wing nuts against the clock and straightens it so it goes “tick – tick” and not “tick – tock”. If it went tick – tock it would go slower and slower until it eventually stopped.
Author: twosentencestories
Getting Up
Downed, again, amidst all the rush and tumble, the trash and the defeat. Everything I ever wanted was lost, and then I saw you again, and started again, because that is what you do to me.
Actions may speak louder than words, but words will always influence actions.
Words can make you cry, laugh or even sing with joy, which is why we must never forget them.
Teenager
I am a person going through the adolescence stage of life.
In an adults eyes I am a teenager, a sincere insult thanks to the media.
Crazy In Love
He promised to love her no matter what her past is, and so they made love for the first time. After the libido subsided, and while they lay spent in bed, she confessed that she has herpes.
Lazy
She wanted to be tied up which I thought was incredibly kinky.
Turns out she was just lazy.
Two Sentences
To measure time is to measure one of mans’ greatest devices. Should you destroy this device, then you are left with complete harmony.
The Grumpy Old Man
“For the absolutely last time, will you stop playing with that chainsaw!”
“Sorry”, replied Pinocchio.
Closure
They met online, emailed, talked on the phone for over a year, and finally, they were going to meet. Her heart pounded as she sat waiting, her hand in her pocket on the gun she would use to kill the man who had lured her baby sister to her death.
What is Love
Baby, don’t hurt me.
Don’t hurt me, no more.
Eclipse
There was a power failure the night that my mother died; adding insult to injury. Stumbling around in the dark looking for, matches, a candle, a glimmer of hope of ever feeling happy again seemed appropriate for our state of mind.
A Father’s love
I knew you long before we met,whispering words of endearment, caressing you to sleep and holding you awkwardly at peace.
Your mother lay exhausted with the sweat of childbirth all around, but my eyes beheld an awesome sight though wrinkled and with a frown.
Scent of a Man
She checks the answering machine as soon as she enters the house, something she’s done for more years than she can remember, hoping against hope that he will finally call, and she can be happy again.
Trying to absorb his scent from his clothes, she sniffs and sniffs until her nose feels raw, and then the crushing reality once again slams her upside her head, and crushes her heart: Her son is dead.
Zombie flash-mob devastated by surprisingly well-prepared mental patients.
Tragedy marred an otherwise peaceful and routine zombie flash-mob in Vancouver, BC, when a troop of heavily armed schizophrenics laid waste to the costumed celebrators with guns, torches, and clubs.
Said police, this is what comes of crying wolf.
Dear Fish Feeder
The fish by the door had a little drama today and spent some time on the carpet. So if he ends up a floater it’s probably not your fault.
SORRY
“You can’t say I didn’t try to make you happy.”
“No, Charles, it isn’t what you’ve done, but what you failed to do.”
Disgruntled
She turns to me and let’s loose a few offensive words, her lip curling in an angry snarl. Who peed in your Low Fat Skim Milk Strawberry Banana Yogurt?
Bullies
Holly called back at them: “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me!” The children dispersed and returned with that which would break her.
Love In The Time Of Recession
Alfredo hurried home earlier than usual, to report to his wife about his situation at work, and how he was laid off along with fifteen hundred others.
Panting for air in between sobbing and breathing, he opened the master bedroom, only to find his spouse naked in bed with another man.
Finally Proud
She lay in bed, staring in wonder at the cover of her first book in print, and with a sleepy, soft prayer to heaven and tears in her eyes, she said, “I hope you are proud of me now, Mom.”
When her heavy eyelids closed, she was still in that place between being awake and dreaming, and she heard a soft, distant whispering in her ear say, “I always was.”