Arms stuffed with cookies, popcorn, chips, and soda, she stumbled up the stairs to her room where she'd sit for the rest of the night, eating just so she could feel something.
"Was" is the operative word.
I never wash that shirt because I'm afraid that the signatures, and my friendships with them, will fade slowly away.
When he called, I almost hung up because I thought he was a telemarketer.
And with a wave of his hand, he left to go back to his home, although he'd never be the same again.
i. When I railed at you for suggesting that one of my stuffed animals was cheating on her boyfriend, I knew it was time for me to grow up.
ii. I enjoy walking through fabric stores, because the quilted walls remind me of a rubber room.
It's been months since I last saw you, last saw your face, and still I know that your eyes are now a colder shade of blue than they ever were before.
How much are you willing to pay to lose it all?
Deception is one of the qualities of a higher being.
It's not the monsters hiding in the dark.
We reside in the realm of impossibilities.
There is no love left in this world for a mere child with a pathetically miserable soul.
I'm just so lonely...
I only wear tight wristbands because it's the least I can do for my cowardly soul.
Sometimes I wish I could rip my lungs out so I wouldn't have to worry about breathing without you anymore.
Right-winged negativity is not equivalent to a demonic democrat's point of view.
I'm left peeling from a sunburn I didn't know I had.
I beg you, please, change me.
......before i could catch my breath, everything was gone.......
For the sake of the gods, explain this mess!
Death hardly seemed to matter in comparison.
The surface was fuzzy and brightly colored.
Bananas. (pudding, potatoes, et cetera)
Loss of the element of surprise was all he got for winding up.
Her tossing and turning not only wakened her parents, but the neighbors'.
Aluminum simply would not do for this job. (substitute most random words for aluminum and the sentence is good - for example, bananas?)
As the group moved closer, the wails seemed to be getting further away.
A bright flash attracted the attention of the giant heterocerian.
Octogenarian shot-put is hardly recommended.
As hard as she tried, the memories shined, ever bright in her mind's eye.
Such an ailment required surgery, of the expensive type at that.
In the long run all his actions relatively negated each other - but people would still remember. Read more »
When you said I reminded you of your own daughter, I wondered if you treated her with this much vitriol.
Once the lights were off, she closed her eyes, letting them leak onto her pillow.
His eyes said everything I needed to know.
It's a Greek thing.
i. She was a murder of crows in one arachnoid form.
ii. Being photographed while writing contradicts the very essence of the craft -it makes me squirm.
iii. It amuses me how many people think being a Wiccan entails some sort of blood sacrifice - skulking under moonlight's shifting shafts, seeking the next victim.
Bite me, "genius" -I no longer care.
When I met you, I thought, "This is my other half."
As the minescule cell relinquished itself to the hypothesis that it was of no importance, the man's skin disintegrated into unorganized molecular beings, now free to make up something else entirely.
Althought the pen itself has no limits, it will soon aquire those of its holder.
That night, the pillow became her lover's chest, a sound place to rest her head and safely sleep.
In those few months, her crossed arms had gotten to know her head's shape, her tears taste, her mournful sob's resonance.
The only words I can think of to tell you right now are not the ones you want to hear.
With a soft thud, the teddy bear landed in his best friend's stuffing.
i. The sad thing is, he's fictional.
ii. She was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen.
Here is a conglomeration of all my one-sentence stories...They were getting pretty numerous, so I thought I'd condense them.
i. She was one who enjoyed ambiguity.
ii. Vengeance is a simple truth, you know.
iii. He leaves in haste -he fears to see me this way, to know his doing thrusts me in these unkind throes.
iv. I once hoped for a daughter, a tiny female in a blush of satins, with finite, curling toes.
v. After her memories, I am indifferent.
vi. The loss did not bear his name.
vii. Etienne once ascribed innumerable values to this face.
viii. He knows.
ix. The dying whinny woke a palace guard, who in his panic thrust me against a tree trunk -couldn’t see I was the dauphin in the moonless cast.
x. He entranced me in ways I couldn't name.
xi. I just watched The Princess Diaries even though I'm many moons an adolescent, because that's just how pathetic I am. Read more »
I am a killer of men and a victim of men.
My, someone's out of the loop!
Just as an explanation, these are some of my favorite jumbled-up lines of something I'm working on. I've changed maybe a word or two in some of them, but that's just to help it make a little more sense. If you're interested, the site below is where I entered my piece to be "garbage-ified." Basically, you put something in, click the button, and it comes out jumbled-up. Sometimes, though, the "garbage" actually makes sense. See for yourself.
Your eyes shine so brightly, they are the very monsters that are so lowly, so vile.
Her sobbing stops, but somehow, it is so mocking, so mocking, so lowly, so wrong to the world...
You've been diminished to love, someone to love, someone to love, someone who loves me, but that wasn't my life, my sister, with the truth at all.
You've been human once, but her voice drops to fly and only leaves behind a horrid, painful existence. Read more »