Sunday, October 12, 2008

When you take a sip, you buzz like a hornet. Billy Shakespeare wrote a whole bunch of sonnets.

I think they even wanted that one to rhyme ... good Lord that is a shitty song.

Five One Sentence Stories Written By Me:

She checked the obituaries every day in a hopeless game of "are you my father?"

The most beautiful noise was my son's first cry.

For Sale: Wedding dress, worn once, slight mascara stain

She awoke to an empty bed, which matched not only the walls of her dorm, but the contents of her heart.

His hand went limp, his heart flatlined, and I smiled for the first time since the accident.

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