Two Sentence Stories

I swear it is the last time.
Don’t fret, my little ochre space-dog.

Before I met you, I always wanted to see the years beyond our lives, yet since you’ve come into view I know we must go forward, never ceasing, together.
One life is not enough, but I wonder if I’ll still be asking for another two thousand years in two thousand years from today.

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In my spare time I made paper.
In my other time I made the sun.

They say you can’t turn back the clock.
Daylight savings, hello?

To measure time is to measure one of mans’ greatest devices. Should you destroy this device, then you are left with complete harmony.

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I rang a share house once to see if the room was still available.
Three years later when I met the girl who would become my wife she turned out to be the girl who said “sorry it got taken over the weekend”.

Until the end of time I’ll look after you.
My time diamond space dog.

Find the inspiration and the hope and the joy and the application and combine them all together.
Hope to find somewhere to sell the result before you find the sloth and the greed and the bottle and the endless wasted days.