Do you think those who jump from high places to their death experience something close to transcendence?
Do those brief seconds stretch on forever?
Tiny explosion of joy
I wish there was a candy that was a tiny explosion of joy.
Nah, I’d probably get addicted.
Fortuneteller
The old gypsy woman gazed into the crystal ball and saw herself engulfed in flames. “Impossible,” she laughed, unaware of the small boy playing with matches under her booth.
Lily
A lily rose out of the pond, its scent sweet and bitter, its colors yellow and blue, its posture bent and straight at the same time.
I wanted to be like the lily, strong and smooth and sweet, but life weakened, roughed, bittered me without remorse.
How I’d handle being a Bond villain
“So aren’t you going to tell me all the details of your nefarious plan?”
BANG!
Delay
He was so high on waiting that he didn’t even move when it started raining.
We called the ambulance and waited nearby, trying not to get too high on the delay.
Butterfly
I killed the butterfly.
That should teach the rest about making those damn hurricanes all the time.
Harmacy
I went to the harmacy and got some medicine.
It made me worse.
The Fall
He was at the top of the roof when he fell, rolled down the shingles into the gutter that ran around the roofline; then blackness as he fell further.
Coming out of the dark after the long fall, he felt the others around him who had fallen, as they joined together to became a flood of water pouring out of the downspout, into the light.
Upon reflection
Staring at him, I was mesmerized by the chiseled features, the GQ magazine good looks with the long aquiline nose, piercing blue eyes, full, generous mouth with sparkling white teeth, and indeed the handsomest man I’d ever seen.
Ahhhh, thank heaven for mirrors!
Ant people
Once, for fun, I picked up the phone and dialled a number that was like 30 digits long.
A woman from 2204 answered, made some cryptic remark about ant people and then the phone went dead.
Blessed
I blessed you with goodness and mercy.
What those other two fairy godmothers blessed you with for you to turn out like that I’ll never know.
Meek
Great, so the world belongs to the meek.
What the fuck am I going to do with my jumbo-mega-destructor laser cannons now?
Agreement
The agreement between us was quite clear.
We may kiss anywhere except on the mouth.
Cookie
Stealing your cookie and gulping it down is one of my favourite memories.
I’ve replayed it so many times it is getting thin and fading away.
Online
During one drunken night I went online and must have bought all kinds of stuff because I keep getting packages in the mail now.
Why exactly did I join the Ham of the Month club?
Soul
I don’t have a soul.
I have a bunch of neurons working together, creating me minute by minute.
I Need Help
My addiction grows stronger every day, the desire to indulge in it intense, to the point where I can’t sleep without dreaming of it, can’t get through the day without thinking of it, can’t hold a conversation without it swirling in my head, begging me to do it “just one more time,” and one more “just one more time” ad nauseum.
Please tell me, is there a rehab for Two Sentence Story writers?
Botty
I don’t know what is wrong with robot dog.
Perhaps we should stop calling him botty.
Urban Myth
“Dude, this is like those stories where someone finds a Kentucky Fried mouse or a thumb in a can of pop!”
“I don’t think that analogy applies when you find a head in a freezer.”