Baby, don’t hurt me.
Don’t hurt me, no more.
Category: Competition
Competition
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.”
False Omnipotence
Hail! To the one who has dominion over the minions.
Maybe
Jay’s facebook post prompted me to visit the website of “two sentences stories” where I found wonderful and entertaining submissions by clever writers.
Alas, I can only read and wonder if I too can manage to cram certain thoughts into a two-sentence written format and, perhaps, win a small prize – probably not.
One Queasy Piece
Moving the Stienway across the old oak floor took more time than I’d anticipated as my original hire cancelled due to illness and the replacement was not as experienced. Some men just can’t keep up with women.
Blue plastic
My nieces loved the bit in Hotel for Dogs where Lisa Kudrow falls in deep do do. Otherwise it was crap.
Today
Today, tired and exhausted, I stretched and leaned back, hands behind my head, to reach the back of my chair like I always do.
Today, I was sitting on a stool.
Say That Again?
Determined that her first day as a radio DJ at the oldies station was going to be positively perfect, with no trip ups or faux pas or any umms or ahs, she studied the play sheet with all the artists’ names on it.
Taking a deep breath, her very first one over the air, she proudly announced the forthcoming song by her favorite twosome:Simon and Fargunkel.
Fatherhood
I went to the grocery store today to pick up a twelve pack of Mountain Dew, and as I left I heard a man speaking spanish to his young son, disciplining him. I couldn’t understand his words.
UNequilibrium
His face is somber, strained, mouth pinched tight as he witnesses the man and woman exchanging vows on this lovely California day, and his eyes shimmer wetly.
I know he’s crying for the happy couple and for us, and as I hear the priest say, ‘I now pronounce you husband and wife,’ I reach for his hand and whisper to him, “We could go to Massachusetts.”
A fools belief
Bernard was sure he knew what he was doing. His Mother disagreed as she confirmed the man under the concrete block was her son.