Mike entered the apartment cheerily, and was greeted by a familiar odor.
“What is that tantalizing smell?” he asked, pecking Jayne’s cheek.
“Chicken, your favorite way”, she sweetly replied and left the kitchen for a moment.
Mike saw his aftershave on the cupboard, smelled the chicken and smiled.
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
It was the kissing scene of an old romantic movie, husband and wife watching. In an exotic island, under the palms...
Holding his hand, wife was dreaming to be in that place with his husband.
Holding her hand, husband was dreaming to be in that place, with the Actress.
Say Cheese
She had smiled a lot in her life. I could tell by the lines that looked like parentheses around her fading lips, lips that kissed her mommy, her lover, her baby, various and sundry boo boos, her grandchildren and the photo of her dearly departed.
I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.
"If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor
“We’ve won the lottery!” said Bob.
He’d gone to check the numbers and now he was back, the ticket in his hand.
Mary began to cry.
“Oh, Bob… I’ve been having an affair. At last we can part. Half the cash is mine!”
Bob swallowed.
“A-April fool,” he said weakly.
"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." Anais Nin.
“She said that he said that I said that Jane said that he liked him!”
“And what did you say?”
“I said that was like sooo not what I said,” she said.
"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." Anais Nin.
You sure squeezed a lot of meaning into such a few words, ampoule. I'm sure that's the basic object here, but you usually seem to get the most miles per word.Originally Posted by ampoule
Thank you Dick. I enjoy the challenge of this.
I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.
"If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor
There lived a boy with no eyes. Those around him explained the beauty of the world in detail. One day, he asked to borrow his grandfather's eyes. When the old man refused, he tore them out and placed them in his own head. He was met with gore not beauty.
FRANCISCO
For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
Hamlet Act I Scene I
hey -- this thread is a duplicate of one already created...?
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
No - this one is "Write a Short Story ..." and the other one is "Write a Really Short Story ..."
i'm going to roll to the store. i want something to drink and some smokes. oh sweet relief of nicotine. ok, i'm going now.
a simple story with inpiration from kiz_paws and ampoule.
Say Cheese
Mike entered the kitchen, yawning. He was a bit angry of
getting early, because his wife cant work quiet in kitchen.
What we have for breakfast, he said.
toasted sandwich with cheese she said.
Cheese? cheese again.puff. Chee..
- Click ! , sounded a photo camera.
- Finally, she said. First photo of you, while smiling.
"an artist never really finishes his work, he merely abandons it." paul valery
She placed a hand on her betrayed husband’s arm.
“We thought you were dead.”
He calmed, digging something from his pocket.
“You thought I was dead, I forgot you existed.” He pulled off his old wedding band, slipping on the new one; he’d received it when struck with amnesia.
Meanwhile, somewhere in north London, two students sit watching TV.
“I’m so bored. Nothing ever happens.”
She smashed a vodka bottle over his head, “was that boring?”
“That hurt.”
“Yes, and now we can have an exciting trip to casualty. Happy now?”
“I hate you.”
No doubt but there is none other beeste comparable to the mightie dragon in awsome power and majestie, and few so worthie of the diligent studies of wise men - Gildas Magnus, Ars Draconis, 1465
"Anybody dies if his name is on it."
Just then a man of the crowd grabbed his notebook and signed his name.
"Now you remember me!" He stood there, smiling, as if he were a white tulip.
"You're wrong." The crowd said, then left him alone silently.
We live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting.
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