It was carnival in Venice and everyone had on masks of demons.
Two people dressed as demons, a man and a woman, met and decided to go home together.
The man took off his mask. “Now you,” he said.
“I’m not wearing a mask” she said and killed him.
It was carnival in Venice and everyone had on masks of demons.
Two people dressed as demons, a man and a woman, met and decided to go home together.
The man took off his mask. “Now you,” he said.
“I’m not wearing a mask” she said and killed him.
Interesting!
Okay, here goes . . .
Once upon a time a king and queen married and lived happily ever after.
my landlady's ex-husband had never given his key back. he let himself in and stared at me as i unknowingly showered. i was in utter shock as i saw his fingers extend themselves toward me. even more disbelievingly, i saw myself brain him with my hot curling iron seconds later.
shh!!!
the air and water have been here a long time, and they are telling stories.
Brr... Scary stories. Mine is not horror, just something i wrote after work. And it´s 50 words! :
Five hours after her death I sign all the documents and put them in a red plastic cover. I enter the archive, and lacking a ritual I whisper her name, before sorting her file according to the numbers of her birthdate. I turn off the light, and lock the door.
"Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go" Blake
I think I like Mono's best.
They all have enormous impact though. That's just my favourite because it ends happily ever after.
After silence, that which comes closest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
-Aldous Huxley
Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.
-W. A. Mozart
Non scholae, sed vitae discimus.
Not school, but life teaches us.
We met at a party. We talked all night. We discussed existence. We talked about our lives, loves, hates. We couldn't seem to get enough of each other. We drew vast energy from each other. We drank some red wine. We kissed.The sun was coming up when we parted. (50)
She used to jump over puddles.
The rainwater would splash, and often, a smatter of mud would appear on the red galoshes she wore. When she jumped over those puddles, she flew, as one flies high in the sky, without any inhibition, or fear; a feeling of vertigo that surpassed the eagles.
Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point.
I forgot him at the train station. I should never have gone into the cafe, but the pastries looked so nice, and oh! those charming blue eyes... He was no longer there when I finally remembered. For a pair of blue eyes and an apricot strudel, tonight I sleep alone.
100,000 lemmings can't be wrong. ~heard from a friend
Life is the first gift, love is the second, understanding the third. ~ Marge Piercy
Earth's crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God;
but only he who sees takes of his shoes. ~Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Deleting because I want to enter them in a competition, just in case they get pissy about it being "previously published online"
Last edited by Nemi; 07-28-2005 at 05:28 PM.
Deleting because I want to enter them in a competition, just in case they get pissy about it being "previously published online"
Last edited by Nemi; 07-28-2005 at 05:28 PM.
I am 80 years of age, but I haven't lived. Now I lay in the grass wondering why,why, why. Why didn't I love, play, laugh and cry. I did nothing.
I look at the sky, I fly with the sparrow. I fall in the ocean and die.
I lived.
I hope death is joyful, and I hope I'll never return -Frida Khalo
If I seem insensitive to what you are going through, understand it's the way I am- Mr. Spock
Personally, I think that the unique and supreme delight lies in the certainty of doing 'evil'–and men and women know from birth that all pleasure lies in evil. - Baudelaire
nemi's stories are excellent.
kudos!
Crawling, curling into a tiny ball as if she could face the life nomore. Shutting herself into a cocoon so that she didn’t have to see the world and the world didn’t see her anymore. Locked up in self-imposed imprisonment for a lifetime. Until… until she was a butterfly.
~
"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
~
Jam and toast and fruit and tea, all laid out on a pretty little tray. Put a rose in a little vase. Take it up to the bedroom, but don't be too noisy. You haven't been this thoughtful in years! You're so smart. She'll never suspect a thing.
((What a great game!))
100,000 lemmings can't be wrong. ~heard from a friend
Life is the first gift, love is the second, understanding the third. ~ Marge Piercy
Earth's crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God;
but only he who sees takes of his shoes. ~Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Her new house had a fireplace. She never used it. The logs remained untouched, ornamental. In her childhood, when the bombs dropped, many hid in the cellars. Until troops used flamethrowers to flush out the enemy.
Only children and women there.
The men had all perished on the battlefield.
Faith is believing what you know ain't so - Mark Twain
The preachers deal with men of straw, as they are men of straw themselves - Henry David Thoreau
The way to see faith is to shut the eye of reason - Benjamin Franklin
The teaching of the church, theoretically astute, is a lie in practice and a compound of vulgar superstitions and sorcery - Leo Tolstoy