Most girls first memories are of being given a bottle, or rocked to sleep.
Mine is of being raped.
Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
Most girls first memories are of being given a bottle, or rocked to sleep.
Mine is of being raped.
They say you are what you eat. According to his driver’s license, I’m now Virginia Resident ‘John Tuckett’.
They always said she had a big heart. It’s true, I can’t fit my hand around the damn thing.
i was playing wii sports bowling home alone against myself with two controllers. it was the other controllers turn so i walked over to pick it up but it was gone and i heard “strike” from behind me.
A stranger once asked if I could lend him a hand, so I did. He never gave it back.
I sneezed once, twice, three times in succession. A thin voice beside the bed cackled “God bless you.”
The sound of the growling dog pulled me from a deep slumber. I don’t own a dog.
As I hunched over the sink to spit out a mouthful of toothpaste, my eyes flickered toward the mirror. My reflection was standing erect, watching me.
My throat was cut, my hands and feet bound, I slowly sank into the river as the world became darkness, my thoughts lingering around the dark shapes who threw me in.
And here I lie, telling my story to all I pull down, again and again, forever and always, till my ropes are cut.
Yesterday, I had a glass of chocolate milk. I woke up in the hospital poisoned.
As I finished tucking the last present under the tree, I turned and saw him standing there next to the burning fire, black and smoldering and hungrily staring at me with those malignant ruby eyes. “Look who was on the naughty list this year…” he rasped as he reached out with those liver-spotted, withered hands greedily pawing my cold, sweaty and suddenly not so young looking flesh .
I was posting up fliers for my missing cat Whiskers where I ran into my neighbor. who complimented the design on my shirt, before making a lengthy step over a puddle.
I just stood and watched the casual old man walk away, curious as to how he was able to flawlessly navigate a path despite his blindness.
I wish you knew just how I feel, how you are the only thing on my mind all day, how much I love you, love the way you smell, the way you look when you sleep.
Some of these days I really should introduce myself to you.
I was walking somewhere and I was getting a phone call. Then I realized that there was no mobile service.
…Later that day I received a message on my phone that said “You were the only one there, you know who killed me!” It was from my wife, she kept my phone number and charged my phone, after I passed away 6 months ago just to hear my voice on the Voice Mail.
Her whole family safely escaped the burning house. For now.
There was a time this sort of thing used to bother me.
Do enough vivisections and you don’t even hear the screams for mercy, anymore.
I’m the best hider in hide and seek. I was found only once, but never again.
A man says to his wife, “Honey, can you tell the kids to be quiet? I’m trying to read my paper.” The old woman turns to the wife and says, “He has unfinished business.”
I’m the best seeker in hide and seek. There was no one who hid from me that was ever found.