One Sentence Stories

September 2009

1 post

“She walked calmly to the stock room, yelled, “FUCK YOU”, poured herself a double whiskey and ginger ale, and returned to the front of the shop with a cool expression of indifference.” —

Sep 1, 2009

July 2009

3 posts

“‘Train arrives safely in station’ never makes the headlines.” —

Jul 8, 2009

“Thanks, Todd, for telling me what my exboyfriend’s last name is.” —

Jul 8, 2009

But I need someone who pulls my hair and always cheats.

Jul 5, 20091 note

June 2009

7 posts

“Broken hearts last for a million years and that’s how long it takes for its will to break; maybe we can last just a little longer.” —

Jun 27, 2009

“Her mother still calls.” —

Jun 21, 2009

“Fuck, well, I mean the whole fucking night was a mess, but after the coke was gone, and after the whiskey was gone, and we were all looking for something to fucking kill that night off, I’m pretty sure it was Death Metal Bill who right then and there came up with the idea of snorting each others blood.” —

Jun 17, 2009

“When she finally arrived home that morning, the first thing she noticed was the puzzling trail of delicate, bloody footprints covering the kitchen tiles; three quiet hours passed before she also discovered the leftover Chinese takeout was missing from where she had left it in the fridge the previous week.” —

Jun 17, 2009

“Lucie tried to convince him that he cannot befriend his escort, especially not right after he’s “got his money’s worth” out of her.” —

Jun 11, 2009

“It’s not like I’ll ever call her anyways.” —

Jun 11, 2009

“Punched in the heart during a naked fist fight—sore.” —

Jun 10, 20092 notes