The chicken finally made it across the street.
He look back, to see his body in three.
Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
The chicken finally made it across the street.
He look back, to see his body in three.
I’m cooking dinner and she wraps her arms around me and says, “We’ll be together forever.” I don’t have a girlfriend or wife.
I woke up in the middle of the night and heard my sister breathing in the bed next to me. I then remembered she had stayed at a friend’s house for the night and wasn’t home.
This morning I opened the curtains to find a bloody hand print from the outside of the window. I live on the third floor.
He was desperate to get hold of money for his seriously ill mother even if it meant embezzling it from the company he was working for. Soon it was discovered and he was asked to leave but the debt stayed.
I once wished on a shooting star. The blasted thing fell to earth and hit me in the head.
Sexy blonde teenage girl’s car breaks down near abandoned mental asylum. Add your own horror movie cliches to finish…
That nervous fart felt wet. Why, oh why did I wear white pants to a first date.
Imagine a fearsome creature, neither man nor animal, with matted fur, spotted with clotted blood, having razor-sharp claws and teeth, big, strong, virtually impregnable and with greedy glowing eyes. Even this being would be afraid of what’s outside your door waiting for you to already come out.
Obey. Conform.
Roots that keep me grounded. Wings so I may soar.
I took my favourite book to school once. Twelve years later I haven’t let my bag out of my sight.
Dark clouds bellowed and cried overhead. The nerve-rending sound drowned out her voice.
I always went to the park swings when I was sad; it always made me feel better. I guess swinging up there made mommy feel better, too.
I would swallow the entire ocean for you, you would take a raindrop on your tongue for me. I burnt my skin to crisps, you wore sunscreen everyday of the week.
I would swallow the entire ocean for you, you would take a raindrop on your tongue for me. I burnt my skin to crisps, you wore sunscreen everyday of the week.
I would swallow the entire ocean for you, you would take a raindrop on your tongue for me. I burnt my skin to crisps, you wore sunscreen everyday of the week.
I sat there crying in the corner. She called a friend to comfort me, but the feel of cold metal piercing through my heart seemed more comforting.
I wrestled the rifle from my twin’s hands and shot him in the heart, then
I crept out of the dark shed and pulled on his glasses, pants and shirt. I walked across the lawn and opened the screen door; then walked into the house and said hello to my new family.
Before me lay the dance floor, an ocean of sweaty skin and whispering lips; of woman with claws grasping onto men with eyes like wandering spyglasses. I dove in, hoping upon hope that one breath could get me to the other side.