Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
Made this one by myself 😉
‘Once you wake up from it, you’re never dream again!’
That’s what my grandpa always said, then he died.
The night after i dreamed, i never slept again!
But now i realise,
i woke up from my life, and i’m stuck in this nightmare for ever.
~ The_Creepure †
youtube: http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCgMXwvBsiCppHZpTb2q0Bsg
Made this one by myself 😉
‘Once you wake up from it, you’re never dream again!’
That’s what my grandpa always said, then he died.
The night after i dreamed, i never slept again!
But now i realise,
i woke up from my life, and i’m stuck in this nightmare for ever.
~ The_Creepure †
youtube: http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCgMXwvBsiCppHZpTb2q0Bsg
The police called to say that after seven years they are declaring my wife as dead in absentia. Makes me think that the industrial strength freezer was my best investment ever.
I just wish you took to me like you take to the 20 pack in your chest pocket. I crave for the day you wrap your lips around words, not a 3inch illuminated Marlboro.
Sometimes I have to consider whether a post is a complete story. This is an example.
I was told that retractable leashes have been known to malfunction. With great dismay, I watch my best friend follow a squirrel into oncoming traffic.
I heard noises coming from my closet at night, so I blocked the door with something heavy. It’s been a few weeks since I last heard the noises, but now I’m worried about the smell.
I’m not overly bothered by the fact that I hear voices in my head.
What bothers me is they never talk to me…just about me.
You died last January.
I still miss you.
I was only dreaming.
They WERE just dreams, right?
When I finally got the time machine to work, I had no idea that I could only travel one-way.
That’s why I’m two and a half hours late for work, honest.
She doesn’t love you; move on or kill yourself.
But for the love of Sanity, stop writing about her on Two Sentence Stories!
You’re not afraid to love.
You’re just afraid of not being loved.
The seasons have changed.
And so have we.
Sometimes impossible things happen.
And we call them miracles.
Yesterday, you said you love me more than anything else in the world.
I woke up today only to find out that you live in different worlds.
Let me have her, you can’t love her as I do. No one could.
You don’t need to possess someone just to prove that you love them or just to have someone you can call “mine”.
In fact, love is a form of freedom, the trust you put on each other is enough.
I stayed in the cemetary that night and heard my dog whimper, so I shushed him. Then I remembered, my dog was killed.
You look at me, and I melt under your gaze.
Your eyes linger on me a little too long,
“Your beautiful,” you tell me, and I start to believe it.