Two Sentence Stories

Surprise

Mathew Ferguson — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 06:39:45 +0000

Of the three friends, he was the most deeply disturbed and misogynistic. He was also the first to get married.

What I’d Be

Sarah A. Rosenblum — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 15:58:29 +0000

I would be whatever and whoever you wanted me to be – anybody, anything.
And that’s why I can’t let myself love you.

This post was submitted by Sarah A. Rosenblum.

What’s in a Name?

Mathew Ferguson — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 06:40:11 +0000

If her parents really didn’t want her to be promiscuous, then why did they name her Lolita? You might as well name your kid Walter and expect him not to be an accountant.

Words of Wisdom Not Forgotten

Sarah A. Rosenblum — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 19:26:45 +0000

No, no; don’t worry – this wasn’t going against that thing her parents had taught her when she was a little girl. Admiring from afar; sending the buttons flying as she used her eyes to rip the shirt off his chest; and imagining in graphic detail the sweat trapped between their bodies during a steamy encounter in the nearest motel: even though she had never met the guy, she was sure none of these things qualified as “talking to strangers.”

This post was submitted by Sarah A. Rosenblum.

Love Song ...
Quantum Singularities Are Hazardous To Your Marital Health ...
Never Say Goodbye ...

Life Imitates Art

Thu, 02 Sep 2010 00:55:44 +0000

She plays a hooker in her next film. She got 30M and didn’t have time to play Lady Macbeth and Hedda Gabler on Broadway.

This post was submitted by Robert Laughlin.

A Brown Life is Better than a Long Life ...
Radio ...
Love and Life ...

Post Coital

marian kilcoyne — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 11:06:50 +0000

I crush the plush raspberry to the roof of my mouth with my tongue.The sensuality of this most shameless of fruits makes me swoon.

This post was submitted by marian kilcoyne.

Origins

Mathew Ferguson — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 06:35:38 +0000

The boy’s mother was insane, and everyone wondered what would become of him as a result. He could have followed in her footsteps, but instead he pushed himself harder than anyone else and became more successful than his classmates and friends with a happier provenance.

Down, said the witch

Sarah A. Rosenblum — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 13:51:07 +0000

The cool wind stirring through his hair and filling his nostrils, he opened his mouth to take in a deep breath of this sweet, new life, for he had finally made it to the top of the top; the summit of the mountain we call success. It felt good, really good there at the top, except for an acute, tugging pain in his abdomen that seemed to be nagging sadistically, cackling at him like an old witch, “There’s only one direction you can go now, buddy – hee-hee hee!”

This post was submitted by Sarah A. Rosenblum.

How to strike loose a writer’s block. ...
Moral measure ...
Once Upon A Time… ...

Jealousy

Mathew Ferguson — Mon, 30 Aug 2010 06:53:13 +0000

You are a rough, country girl torn out of the hills near a town where I used to live and I have been lost in more countries than you could probably name. And still, he chose you.

Lost ...
Dr V ...
Bird Brains ...

Useless

Mathew Ferguson — Sun, 29 Aug 2010 06:42:58 +0000

When it came to love, Schopenhauer did not speak to him. The philosopher’s theories about romance and the will to life shed no light on why one gay man would be attracted to another.