“Love is obsession–”
“–Reciprocated.”
Kachooo!
My face is blue, because Ralph’s feet are green. And the porcelain throne is always white.
Missing stories
Can’t find my stories Muse and Last Night. Are they gone from Two sentence and should I take them out of my website?
Missing stories
Can’t find my stories Muse and Last Night. Are they gone from Two sentence and should I take them out of my website?
Bought
I’m not trying to sell you anything she said.
I listened, later kissed her, and in the end, bought.
The Wanderer
The big orange cat tiptoed along the top rail of the fence, all the while watching the yapping Chihuahua on the ground below and anticipating reaching the next yard, where the elderly woman waited with a tasty morsel she had saved just for him, after which he continued his outing to the field where he watched robins pulling fat worms from the damp ground and dreamed of robin for supper, then completed his journey back home to his favorite nap spot.
“Tom, you lazy cat,” she said as she arrived home from work, “I’ll bet you have been sleeping there in the sun all day, haven’t you?”
Horrible Nightmare
The horrible repetitive nightmare that I was a human being was driving me crazy, so I consulted a psychiatrist who advised, “Before falling asleep, repeat over and over again what you truly are, and the dream will disappear forever.”
When I went to bed that night, I repeated over and over again, ‘I’m a pepperoni pizza…I’m a pepperoni pizza…”
Date you
Yes, I totally want to date you!
I look forwards to being your baggage.
The other guy’s just fine.
We were heeling perfectly. Forty minutes into the run, on a downhill sprint, genius here goes “Rhuh? Whrat’s wrat?” and suddenly I’m having a yard sale.
Stranger in the Mirror
Magic words spill from my lips chanting the spell that would change my appearance for the better. My fingers reach into the mirror as it undulates, rippling waves cross my face transforming me into someone desirable when the doppelganger pulls me into its world and steals my place.
Choices
Angels sing their welcome and a golden shaft of light appears as I stare at my killer standing over my body which is sprawled on the floor, blood spatter against the wall in a grotesque portrait. The light pulses allowing me to choose forgiveness or revenge.
New to Society
Hi, I lost my identity — have you seen it?
I think someone took it and I’ve been trying to track them, but I can’t find them ‘cuz they look just like everyone else.
Why
“Why?” I aksed my mother curiously
“Because I said so,” she replied.
Confrontation
After seventeen long days of a trial that had been postponed for two long and brutal years, she finally had her chance to ask the defendant one question that has been burned in her brain since the day she found his body.
“Who the hell gave you the right to play God with my father’s life?” she screamed, crying, as she swatted the taste clean out of the murderer’s mouth.
My love.
My love.
The Damned, About To Study Why
“All right class, before we turn on our screens and hear about the great pipeline disaster of 2037, I need you to reach under your seats and bring out your particulate masks. Make sure they’re tight, because Weatherman Jim has predicted a level seven fall this afternoon, and we don’t want any of that nasty stuff to get in our little lungs, now do we?”
Point and Match
Five trains, three hours, and a dozen busy signals sat behind him, as he collected his dignity and headed for the parking lot. “She wins again,” he muttered into a blackberry, canceling the week he’d planned for himself and his 9 yr old daughter.
Metaphor
When I said I had just been drifting without purpose or direction for like twelve years, it wasn’t a metaphor.
I fell out of my spaceship.
“…and, scene!”
Against the wall, with a bottle, a gun. When he’d emptied the bottle, he emptied the gun.
Heaven
Is it possible that after death we awake, centuries later, recreated by our infinity-times grandchildren, brought back to life and fitted back into society, immortal and everlasting?
Is it possible that Heaven is just awakening in the future?