Lucy smiled as she tucked into the front pocket of her jeans the talisman that the clairvoyant had assured her would render powerless the malevolent forces that had thus far shaped her life. Absolved from blame she whistled as ignoring her aching wisdom teeth, she picked up her trusty pump action shotgun and with a renewed sense of optimism headed to the bank to discuss her cash flow problems with the manager.
The stranger beside her
Waiting in line at Burger King, hungry for food and hungry for her husband Steve, she daydreamed about how she would ravish him when they got home, while leaning into him with her head resting on his back but wondering why she could not smell his familiar scent.
Her eyes, suddenly caught by the handsome man who was now turned around and smiling questioningly at her, from 10 feet away, opened in wide surprise and embarrassment when she realized her mistake – that the smiling stranger was Steve.
“It’s okay, one day.”
All Naku writes are lamentations because she can’t cry, so she lets her characters do it for her.
She wishes her characters could tell her it’s all right.
iPod
The kids you raise may one day choose your nursing home.
That is why I deserve an iPod for my birthday.
When in Doubt
If the door had been locked it might still have happened.
Regardless, things were now exactly as they shouldn’t have been.
what am i doing
i sleep, i eat, i dream. But i can’t speak or talk to people bc they can’t hear me or see me
how
my wife tells me their is a person in our house but she died 2years ago bc a person was down stairs.Can she warn me?
Glory
As the Prima ballerina took a final bow at the last performance of her 40 year career, she reflected on the many prizes, accolades, awards, flowers and recognition she had received due to her excellent interpretations of all the classic and modern dances her company had made famous.
But a single tear ran down her cheek when she realized that because of her unbridled ambition, instead of going home to the house she had once shared with her one true love, she would spend the night entirely and heartrendingly alone.
Invitation
Tia tried out many invitations to boys over the years.
The most successful: come conquer me.
be the wiiner forever
Being last or first is not a punishment, being first needs more hard work and being last need more mental strength.
“beat the time in race not the first person then u will be the winner forever”, don’t just satisfy with the position satisfy with your achievement which what you want to achieve.
Intruder
After disposing of the body, Lance went into the kitchen to clean the area where the intruder had been killed. Satisfying himself that no traces remained, he put the flyswatter away and went back to dinner.
Hid
I hid the cash in the drawer, knowing you would search for it and then steal it.
I wish our relationship was better so when you needed something you could ask and when you asked, I would give.
Shut Up
Melissa is posting crappy stories. Stop.
Ex wife
my ex wife misses me
at least her aim is getting better
little girl
I heard a little girl laughing, i have no kids
Exposed
People were so friendly today, smiling at me all the way on the train, making pleasant eye contact, which continued on my stroll from the busy city station to my office building.
I caught my reflection in the reception counter glass and was immediately rewarded with a reason for my newfound popularity: my $300 pencil skirt was tucked firmly into my $5 hose.
Mistaken
There was a quiet sense about him. What others mistook for inner strength was really a lifelong battle with depression he would eventually lose.
Friends To The End
His arms flailed helplessly until finally, we both waved good bye and he slipped below the surface. Later, I imagined him here, in my window seat, as we watched them drag the pond.
Eyes
His eyes, flashing in hers, as she saw him go into the unknown. His smile left behind as his eyes covered, she closed her own and out came the tears of not just hers, but the culmination of his eyes as well.
Lunch
The lion, watching her prey,paced back and forth in her cage, hunger making her feel desperate,angry and anxious for the games to begin.
When her cage door swung open, she lunged for the middle of the coliseum, oblivious to the roar of the crowd, her golden eyes judging the distance between herself and her soon-to-be martyred victim.