“You can’t say I didn’t try to make you happy.”
“No, Charles, it isn’t what you’ve done, but what you failed to do.”
Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
“You can’t say I didn’t try to make you happy.”
“No, Charles, it isn’t what you’ve done, but what you failed to do.”
Things that rhyme are stupid.
Like you, for example.
She turns to me and let’s loose a few offensive words, her lip curling in an angry snarl. Who peed in your Low Fat Skim Milk Strawberry Banana Yogurt?
He didn’t like the Mona Lisa.
He wanted to be remembered for his carved buttons.
When I agreed to do it I thought he had said “lawnmowing”.
He actually said lawnmoving, which is way way harder.
Holly called back at them: “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me!” The children dispersed and returned with that which would break her.
Alfredo hurried home earlier than usual, to report to his wife about his situation at work, and how he was laid off along with fifteen hundred others.
Panting for air in between sobbing and breathing, he opened the master bedroom, only to find his spouse naked in bed with another man.
My tolerance for it increased so rapidly that it actually scared me.
In the end I was buying, like, three Faberge eggs a day.
The great thing about being in love is that you don’t have a lot of conversations about being in love.
That you wanted to talk about it the other night gives me pause.
Check out this bit of paper.
The answer to a question no one asked.
Inside a black hole the forces are so extreme that time and space itself comes apart.
Yes I threw your stupid comics in there – you never read them!
Hail! To the one who has dominion over the minions.
Jay’s facebook post prompted me to visit the website of “two sentences stories” where I found wonderful and entertaining submissions by clever writers.
Alas, I can only read and wonder if I too can manage to cram certain thoughts into a two-sentence written format and, perhaps, win a small prize – probably not.
Knowing that you’ll eventually come crawling back is very satisfying.
Throwing snails over the fence again.
Moving the Stienway across the old oak floor took more time than I’d anticipated as my original hire cancelled due to illness and the replacement was not as experienced. Some men just can’t keep up with women.
You’re not the last thing on my mind.
You’re around the high three thousands.
Is it just me or is a collection of any critical mass just creepy?
Ceramic puppies, monkey toys, keychains, spoons, machetes.
My nieces loved the bit in Hotel for Dogs where Lisa Kudrow falls in deep do do. Otherwise it was crap.
Today, tired and exhausted, I stretched and leaned back, hands behind my head, to reach the back of my chair like I always do.
Today, I was sitting on a stool.