A minute twitch of her index got rid of all her melancholy. She didn’t have to face the world again.
Time to grow up
“You’ve been a boy long enough; it’s time to grow up and face the world like a man,” the voice said sternly in my ear. There was a pause before he added: “Dad, are you listening?”
Misty morning
The mist rose lazily in the cool morning air. It coughed and turned towards the highway.
Night time activities
Moonlight cut sharply through the darkness. The axe cut cleanly through his flesh.
You
You said you saw what he did to her but you kept quiet, through fear, in case he came for you too. He’s gone now though isn’t he, his innocence proven, so we all know now, don’t we, that it was you, and we’re speaking up.
Who Among You…
Who Among You…
Many years ago, God stood before the angels—“Who among you will be this man?” he asked, his voice echoing through the heavens… but no angel spoke forth; all were silent as he said, “Will no one be this man’s soul that many on earth may know love and peace and fire and passion?—but the angels remained silent, not a breath was heard, and God said, “I have given you free will that I may never remove it from you and yet not one among you will fulfill this man’s destiny… become the fire within him?”—and as God looked out over the crowd of angels, all glimmering and golden in His light, a voice cried out from far and deep into the multitude saying, “Sorry, father… but I will go to Earth and be this man’s spirit; surely I will”; and God said, “Why did you hesitate, my son, to speak amid the others?”—and the angel, whose name is unknown, replied, “Well, Father, as you have spoken in the beginning, so too did Ye speak the speed of sound… and even Your voice can travel only so fast”; and then the angel, who was small in stature but just as brilliant as the others, approached God and knelt before him, saying, “My Father”; to which God replied, “My son,” and then one final time asked him the question, “Are you certain?…”
In a small Austrian town near the German boarder a child is born who possesses great fire and passion in his soul… who was born on the date 20 April 1889… And the man’s name is…
But you already know.
Hidden
As the heavy footsteps drew nearer to the closet, she struggled to keep her heavy breathing from giving her away. Then a low, gravelly voice behind her whispered, “Found you.”
Death Row
The guard opened the door to the prison cell and saw that the man had cleaned his plate, save for a slice of pecan pie, set to the side on a napkin. “Sure you don’t want to finish that before we go?” he asked; “Nah,” the man replied, grinning, “I’m saving it for later.”
Judging by everyone’s enthusiastic response my presentation seemed to be well-received. Then i realised my fly was unzipped.
Shhh.
Heart pounding, all the colour drained from my face, as I turned to see a child. I steped close enough to see it open its eyes and “shhh, it likes to sleep.”
After thousands of years of fighting and war, human race realized peace and lived in harmony for ever after; that is, until the sun exploded and destroyed the Earth.
Isn’t that a nice story.
Cat Food
The cat looked up with suspicion. Then it continued to feast on my legs, as i laid on the kitchen floor, paralysed from the neck down.
Object of desire
I hold the object of desire in my hand relishing the texture, the solidness and the wonders it contains. I curl into the comfortable couch, a warm cup of herbal mint tea in the other hand and open the first page.
Prank Gone Bad
I was still shaking when I reached home after disposing the dead body of a masked man who tried to assault me on the way to my car. Just as I was about to tell my family about what happened, my dad asked me, smiling, “How did your husband’s prank go?”
Cursing
Last night I had an itch that would not let me go to sleep, and I knew what it was; however, as hard as I tried, I could not reach it. So, I stood up all night cursing the person that forgot to take my toe tag off before I was buried.
A shot through the heart
She looked at me with teary eyes. Then she shot me.
Opus
“It was a perfectly good grand piano.” She thought, as she was unraveled by the mounting crescendo.
Flake of Snow
Before I had you, I was a snowflake— cold, lonely, and lost. Now that I have you, I am in love with the thought that perhaps, just perhaps, we both are
snowflakes holding hands so that when we fall to the snow on the ground, we will fall warmly together in perfect harmony.
Missfortune
I opened a fortune cookie. It was a piceous cookie.
Birthday
“He’s not coming, is he?” I squeezing my mother’s hand, the multi-colored party hat on my head slipping down. My mother squeezed back, and without a word walked back inside the house.