It isn’t so much that I always wake up with a hangover and blacked out from a hard night of drinks and drugs that bothers me.
It’s that I always wake up.
Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
It isn’t so much that I always wake up with a hangover and blacked out from a hard night of drinks and drugs that bothers me.
It’s that I always wake up.
“You should leave now” the little boy whispered as his body shook. “Not until I get what I came for” the crusty stranger rasped as the boy’s father’s scream echoed through the open basement door.
After a few hours of practice I went to pick up my boy at soccer practice today. He screamed at me but I managed to quiet him down with duct tape and some rope.
After a few hours of practice I went to pick up my boy at soccer practice today. He screamed at me but I managed to quiet him down with duct tape and some rope.
I crossed the road on a busy day and everyone questioned my motives.
Buk buk.
I dreamt I was killed; not by the ax she struck me with from behind but by the company of my unsound mind.
Fighting to shake the sleep off my skin, I clutched the dream catcher by the lining of the coffin where my headboard once had been.
Just as I was finished washing the dishes my daughter pulled on my yellow dress and beckoned me to follow her to her room. She still held tightly as I walked into the empty room, remembering that my daughter had died two weeks ago.
It was 3am, cold and dark, I walked to the kitchen for food. When I opened the refrigerator for something to munch… there was no food. AT ALL..
The other day while I was having sex, I think I accidentally said “Dad.”
My dad doesn’t like it when I call him that during sex.
I was alone cleaning in my house and on my way up the attic I heard a little voice saying, “take a break and let’s play.”
It was a hot summer day, I was at school working alone in my advisory classroom. It was so hot that I planned to open the windows til I have realized that there was someone behind the curtains.
The only thing that you’re aware of are these words in your field of vision; this will change as soon as you’ve acclimatized.
The upload was a success; your body died as your consciousness was transferred online.
I tried to sell my soul to the Devil once.
He told my my asking price was too high.
In order to stop my four-year-old son from swearing, I told him that with every curse a fluffy kitten dies. Our back garden is now littered with tiny graves, but the boy has got to learn about consequences.
With the last two bites, the tendons severed. He was free.
As Jay introduced the guest, he had forgotten the new moive , the scandalous internet posts, and the new boyfriend who was the “one”. Instead he decided to talk to the actual person, it was the worst reviews he had ever gotten.
A few days after her funeral, he was heading to pick the kids up from school when he got a call.
It said “Don’t worry honey, I got them”.
So one day, I accidentally cut my finger and blood started oozing out, and dripping on the floor. Like always, my polite housekeeper asked, “Sir, can I finish your leftovers”?
I breathed a sigh of relief as the madman ceased his relentless pursuit.
The last thing I heard before I hit the ground was his loud, triumphant laughter.
Sam and Louise were in the living room, standing on their heads. They should have read the CC&R before buying this condo.