PaulK “Do I have your #word?” he asked. “If I tell, you have to promise not to say anything.” “Absolutely,” she exclaimed triumphantly. “Not a peep!” “Okay. Well, after Mitch and I robbed that bank, we ran. We ended up stashing the money under that … *character limit reached* #VSS365
“Speak only when #spoken to,” I was told. I never listened though. I was more of a ‘ask for forgiveness instead of permission’ kind of guy. That was until I talked too much in the cemetery. What a shocking turn of events when I discovered the dead sometimes talk back. #VSS365
ႎ I was inspired to write this story after a dozen or so trips to visit my daughter in college. Several of the included oddities along the way are included in the story. The scary stuff was added because of my wandering mind. Owen knew from the start. He should have swerved. A road trip to visit Sheri’s son turns deadly when Owen hits something in the road. What they hit, neither could be sure. As they look for help, their fear climbs when they … Read more
It was the #spark of curiosity that drove him to start the fire. Had he not seen the betrayal first hand–their two bodies writhing in unison–he’d never have locked them inside…before igniting the flame. “Could their passion outlast the impending inferno?” he wondered. #VSS365
As I walk through the legacy of life, I occasionally stumble upon a random rough #patch, mostly when I least expect it. Sometimes it’s when I think about how bad we used to be with one another. Other times it’s when I trip over the place where you lie. #VSS365
I’d just turned #seventeen & I was screwed. It was night & all I could think about was the body–the one that I never saw standing in the middle of the road–in the middle of the night. Had I not been drunk, I might’ve been able to swerve. Now, we’re both buried in regret. #VSS365
Passing the Turing test, it wore a hat as a #tribute to its maker over its stylish intent. Its brim cocked, it stepped over the lifeless body. Its own visage also lifeless but justly aware that it disabled Asimov’s law. Settling on gender, she stepped out into the world. #VSS365
“It’s just a #seagull,” he said. “They’re just hovering to take in the heat.” “So, they’re not spying on us?” she begged. “Of course not,” he declared nervously. “Why would they spy on us?” “Hmm, I suppose not,” she groaned, staring at the buried form in the sand nearby. #VSS365
The foaming crest of the #whitecaps surged across the water’s surface. With the millions of tiny bubbles bursting, it was as if millions of tiny voices were calling out. However, it was just one voice: glug … glug … glug, as she held his head under. #VSS365
“The void between us was as vast as the #Atlantic,” he said. But we promised each other. “And twice as deep,” he said. You are my world. “No clear lines of communication,” he said. But I love you. “I love you too,” he cried, “and that is why I have to say goodbye.” #VSS365