The uncountable dead lay strewn about the Killing Fields, bearing oblivious witness to the dawn.
A lone figure surveyed his artwork in anguish, “What have I done?”
Category: Competition
Competition
Robbery at Notre Dame
“What happened to all your leads in the Belltower-Bandit case?” asked a snarky young reporter.
The surly cop replied, “When I get a hunch back, I’ll let you know.”
Country Side
Coming from the country side people ask whether I miss the flowers or the forests the most.
In truth what I miss most is the smell of mown grass.
The Hungry Stars
After flying across space for a thousand years in suspended animation, an astronaut awoke to feel his arm being torn apart by jagged teeth. A hissing voice echoed in his head, “I can’t believe he’s not butter!”
A bruise and a kiss
I kissed her softly on the bruise I’d left on her cheek.
Then we hugged there, still wearing our kimonos, and made up.
Battle Begun
The crusade towards the genocide of The Gray has begun, and a most dangerous undertaking it will be. Tis not a holy war for the women, elderly, or teen-agers of the village, nay, this one is just for men.
Parts
He was one of the best trained welding engineers and welding was going extremely well.
However, the mechanical hand kept falling away from his stainless steel torso.
The Spot
She moaned in crazy ecstasy. G-Spot cried from pain – it was hit again…
love
you are fine here…
(how) am i there???
Apparently girls just wanna have fun.
Lying in bed last night she tearfully asks me, “If I hadn’t told you I loved you, would you have still slept with Tasha?”
This morning I think that if it hadn’t been so damn good, I might feel guiltier.
life with dogs
“oh no, we have lots of dull moments. but they’re punctuated by fierce scary violent moments.”
You came in to my house, took control on everything.
I’m leaving.
ME
I THOUGHT ABOUT IT ALL BY MY SELF.
REALLY ASK EVERYBODY.
Daisy
Last night he caught her with another man. This morning he’s watering a new garden.
Hey, Where Am I?
The lobby was very crowded, and some patients seemed to be getting very impatient indeed. A flyer on the table next to me read: “Schizophrenia–Research Participants are Needed.”
12 roses
He gave her 12 roses 11 real and 1 fake he said. “I’ll love you until the last rose dies.”
I sold my soul to the Devil yesterday. In retrospect, I could have gotten a lot more.
He pressed his hand against his chest. It was growing in him, feeding on him, but he still had time.
Recognition
I stood up to make my voice heard.
Somebody stole my chair.
Never Say Goodbye
I leaned over the coffin, my hot tears falling on her cold face, and told her that I loved her.
‘Then kiss me,’ she said.
This post submitted by Mark McAuliffe