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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.
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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.
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.
I think I like Mono's best. :D
They all have enormous impact though. That's just my favourite because it ends happily ever after. ;)
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.
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.
Deleting because I want to enter them in a competition, just in case they get pissy about it being "previously published online"
Deleting because I want to enter them in a competition, just in case they get pissy about it being "previously published online"
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.
nemi's stories are excellent.
kudos! :banana:
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.
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!))
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.