Sometimes I think the only point of us being together was for me to give you a word and a little game that you’ll play with your kids.
And that will be the only thing I contribute to the world.
Category: Two Sentence Stories
Birthday
Your birthday passed on by and I pretended not to really think about it.
But I could think of nothing else.
Get better
All my friends say it will get better.
And I say it’s a soufflé – this is as good as it gets.
Another secret
Hey, want to know another secret?
It’s really hard to make new friends without drinking.
Lie
I love it when we lie babe!
I wuv you too!
Inspiration
Walking into the kitchen today I had a flash of blinding inspiration.
I’m not sure the inspiration – we’re all fucked – was worth my vision.
The olds
I refused the news.
Give me the olds, I said.
Mafia
I woke up this morning with the head of a jelly-baby in my bed.
When the ant mafia want something, give it to them.
Weird
It was only later we realised how weird it was.
We had all called him tumour-head years before he actually got head cancer.
Withstand
I used to wonder why you didn’t tell me what happened to you when you were young.
Then I realised it was because you could not withstand my pity.
Peanut butter
The football team called her peanut butter.
Kind of an odd name for such a friendly girl don’t you think?
Ice age
Ice-ages are nothing to be afraid of because we’ve all experienced them.
Facing away from each other in bed, a million miles between you and someone who once said they loved you.
Artistic
They said ‘artistic feminist expressions’.
I said ‘artistic feminist impressions’.
Confession
Ok, I confess!
I filled your room with balloons.
Rings
So putting golden rings around your neck can make it appear longer.
I wonder what else a guy could put golden rings around?
Indie
I laugh when I read “they chose indie over mainstream” or something like that.
They choose indie the same way people choose poverty.
Chocolate
Chocolate dog fetches his caramel ball.
And he is happy.
Bio
Got born.
Did little.
Berries
I’ll be your cherry and you can be my strawberry.
We’ll elope and marry and then what will our parentberries do?
Decisions
All the thousands and thousands of half decisions I barely made eventually accumulated.
And now here I am, a puppet whisperer.