“Aw, man,” he drawled, “come on, now, we should probably have sex to break the tension.”
“You’re a mess and probably unstable,” she said, “so I can’t have sex with you until, like, Wednesday.”
Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
“Aw, man,” he drawled, “come on, now, we should probably have sex to break the tension.”
“You’re a mess and probably unstable,” she said, “so I can’t have sex with you until, like, Wednesday.”
She thought it would be cute to start a pillow fight.
Finally my habit of sleeping on a burlap bag full of BBs is paying off.
I knew I would be all alone this time.
The game had just begun and not even the Gods cared to play along.
He was the world to me.
And she was the world to him.
Mary ignored the warnings and went in the woods alone.
I was born nine months later.
His penis slipped inside her.
‘Stop, I beg you!’
He wouldn’t look at me as he pressed the gun to my head.
“Look,” I said, “Can’t we–“
She stood within the threshold silently and without a word she said, “Can I come in?”
I said “Why not, you’re in already, you might as well stay a while.”
Winter hid behind the door, choking down his fear as the floorboards in the room creaked. The pacing stopped, replaced by a soft, cruel laugh.
I see the faceless people laughing; enjoying their lives across the street.
I try to run to them but the ropes keep me down; tied to my feet.
She stepped in and felt every mile of craggy earth that weathered the pair of sandals. The symbiotic crush of splayed feet on cured leather on tired earth reached up and out to the tips of her fingers; and before she could be discovered, she shirked the footwear back to rest next to her neighbor’s door.
“Surprise!” yelled Laura, all smiles as she ran across the bedroom and hugged me tightly.
I gripped her close and tried to push Tammy’s negligee under the bed with my foot.
When I fall, the dust may rise and settle above me. Who knew the the earth could be so cold yet so inviting for these old bones to lay their years to rest?
When I fall, the dust may rise and settle above me. Who knew the the earth could be so cold yet so inviting for these old bones to lay their years to rest?
When I fall, the dust may rise and settle above me. Who knew the the earth could be so cold yet so inviting for these old bones to lay their years to rest?
You love me, you worship me, I let you in.
When did solitude become so beautiful?
I gripped at my heart, where the bullet had passed through, as if I could undo the action and survive once more.
But I couldn’t, so I thought of Her as I died alone.
While trapped in the chamber of his satanic majesty, I once again wondered if the pizza delivery field had been a worthwhile choice.
Then they sounded the horn, the chains grew taut about my limbs and I was hoisted into the air for the sacrifice.
Her heat ebbs slowly from the sheets, leaving nothing but an ineffable sense of the passage of time.
I wish the beautiful would linger.
Riding the school bus home, I read a study on my iPad that linked intelligence with depression.
No wonder I was so sad today.