Daily Archives: November 6, 2015

Limited Word Stories . . . Again

To see some of my responses to Two Sentence Stories: Doubting Courage and Am I the Only One?

See my original: Six Word Story.

The best of me is you.

Forest: I can see for miles.

I’ll live my own legend, tomorrow.

Forget me not.

What was that?

My world is having an earthquake.

Walking halls: the clock stuck thirteen.

I bleed tears and cry blood.

Hulk smashed. Banner cried. I enjoyed.

Blue bruises, red blood => I royal.

Why would I tell the truth?

For God so loved the world  . . .

The president died; the people mourned.

You just hit the jackpot, Tiger.

Know enough to know, I’m broken.

Therefore do not lose heart, eternal-life.

Day without you, not good day.

Don’t worry about tomorrow, God provides.

Now onto two sentence short stories. And let it begin.

Courage and Doubt capture my heart and taunt me. Stick me in a cage and poke and probe my inner thoughts.

Don’t just move with the crowd. Move the crowd.

I control the world . . . without using mind control. Now that’s an accomplishment.

Today was the last day to see the sunrise. And I missed it.

The glass fell off the table across the room. He caught it.

I couldn’t see her; it was like she was invisible. Then I realized I was right.

Is there a rock wall in New York city? No, you silly that’s Thing!

Reversal of times: Nero lite Christians to make human torches. Now, Human Torch is a superhero.

I’m Thor of Asgard, Son of Odin, Prince of Thunder . . . and your weatherman today. If no villains appear today, it will be shiny.

50 word stories:

The last thing I want to do is hurt you, but it’s still on the list. You don’t know the meaning of sorrow and pain. I want to be the one who gives you that knowledge, but it’ll break you. But maybe you’ll be better broken? Should I try?


~ This was from the perceptive of a character in my novel Varietal.