Men, go home to your wives and tell them the truth.
We tired of all our striving; we want to go back to the cave.
Success and happiness
I wonder if you were successful would you be happy?
Does the first depend on the second?
Twins
My son was tucked in bed when he asked me to check under the bed. When I checked, my son was down there, and said that someone was on the bed
Lucky
As the model walked past me and winked I thought how lucky I was.
Then I felt really guilty for all my friends trapped in their shitty jobs.
Obvious
You really don’t need to tell me what you did.
There are no stars so it is pretty obvious.
Incandescent Love
As his lips traced the softness of her neck, he whispered to her kindred soul, a fire was lit. Such incandescence, the winter cold had no hope, the wind was useless, outlasted by a simple love, a love so speechless.
Touch
Jules fingered the curl on her cheek, so pale below the light eyes, still of lash, directionless or finding infinity.
But her lobe burned his finger tips, a door on fire warning, don’t look at the bruising neck adorned simply with a rope.
Reminiscing
He said he used to play with the ‘Dead’, John explained to his asylum cell-mate while watching Sam strum his guitar as well as Jerry Garcia had in his day.
Smiling to himself, Sam reminisced about the nights spent in his dad’s mortuary.
Scale
The ridiculous secret of their lovemaking wasn’t covered by the music he always put on.
Imagine a thunderous storm apparently concealed by the tinkling of a music box to get an idea of scale.
Going back home
She stood in the middle of her empty apartment, once filled with furnishings, mementos, and dreams. She turned and walked out the door without bothering to lock it, leaving only the dreams behind.
The puppy
One night I was coming home from college with my friend then she looked out side and asked what that was outside on a leash. She brought inside and said it was a puppy then I said my address on it then i said “that’s the dead corpse of my old pet puppy.
The pet
I came home after a long day of college and see an adorable puppy running down my hall. I realize I don’t own any animals.
Home is the Sailor
Lost and lurking near the harbor after dusk, dark gray hoodie and heavy laden, he slips then stumbles headlong down the waterfront, landing in a tumble against the pier. Slowly, straining, stretching, pulling from deep within his burden and tucking around his legs, remnant of a cast-off navy blanket and crust of earth decide his berth.
Around
Turning the corner one last time, I lean into my stride.
With legs pumping, chest heaving, and arms raised, I finally complete the marathon.
Hear me
Hear me laughing.
Hear me lying.
Zombie Hunter
I have one aspiration in life.
I will be a Zombie Hunter.
Writer’s Block
My heart pounds in my chest as thoughts of bankrupting my family and being homeless fill my head with terror and my chest with pressure, all because I quit my job to follow my dream of writing full time.
I never realized a blank white page could shout fear enough to make my hands shake and hope enough to make me dream.
What?
What do you want, I asked my thirteen-year-old impatiently.
Nothing, she snapped.
Best Friend
When he dropped out of school I did too, I got married right after him, had kids and killed my wife for the insurance just like he did.
I followed his plunge off the Westgate Bridge too, finally answering “yes” to Mums timeless question.
The Visitor
You come home to see your wife. You don’t know which is more creepy,seeing your dead wife or knowing that someone broke in to kill her.