Riding the school bus home, I read a study on my iPad that linked intelligence with depression.
No wonder I was so sad today.
.
When you left me you told me that one day I would find someone who was perfect for me.
I met her today, and all I could think about was you.
?
She said, ‘No.’
I didn’t care.
What comes too late
It took a while, but she finally wrote what she needed to say: “I love you, and I forgive you.”
And then she burned the letter.
He unscrewed the cap and took a sip, which turned into a swig, which then turned into a skull. Drowning his sorrows in alcohol once again, it would always be this way, he could never change.
.
I said ‘no’.
He didn’t care.
Not all Monarchs fly
Although I was the highest in command no one would ever listen to me. Apparently for penguins; the term “Emperor” means nothing.
Clenched Shut.
Suddenly darkness descended upon him, choking out the formerly burning pain. Next time he went motorcycling, James was sure to remember eye protection.
Delicate
Three dainty footprints were clearly visible in the sand.
Oddly, there were no more in the general area.
Suspects
We are asked to watch out for other kids who seem withdrawn, depressed or persistently angry. It looks like we’re all in the frame now.
How It Really Happened
A Martian walked into this 7-11 and frowned at the price of canned soda. He then turned to the clerk, demanding, “Take me to your liters!”
No such thing as too much Love
“I think we should break up” I said.
“Go to sleep dear” she replied, before locking me in my cage and walking away.
First Look
The first time she met him, she couldn’t help but notice the queer way he looked at her.
As if he could see how they would end up before they’d even begun.
Warm Water Hazard
Any nurturing parent of any baby boy knows that changing junior’s diaper presents a quasi-baptismal threat.
At such a time, it is hardly mere selfishness to look out for Number One.
The One
Lorraine is certainly a great lover.
More significant, by far, the woman loves greatly.
Something was missing
Growing up, he always thought that he would never lose his innocence.
It was in those sleepless nights and those dark thoughts, that he realized that it was gone.
The Writers
When the Zombie Apocalypse came, the first to die were the writers. [290 BLANK PAGES FOLLOW].
Hostage
Although their mouths were covered up by ski masks and scarves, their voices nonetheless rang out in four-part harmony, clear and sweet. “As long as they don’t kill me,” he thought, “this will have been better than going to the office today.”
Horror Story
I am a horror story; you should be afraid to pick me up, lead me on, make me fall in love with you, let me down and break my heart.
Cause if you do all those things, I promise you I’ll hunt you down, because I don’t let go that easily, I’ll take my soul back and leave you there for dead.
The Baby Is Crying
She lay in bed, burying her head under the pillow, replaying the sensation of his fingers on her skin. Two weeks had passed and it would be fourteen more endless days before she saw him again.