Two Sentence Stories

When we talked we both could tell we liked each other. The only thing that stopped us was ourselves.

This post was submitted by Adrianna.

The darkness exploded around like a corona of blinding nothingness; a central core of ice-cold fluid drew him in inexorably.
Arrayed beyond him his audience sat, awaiting impatiently his book review.

This post was submitted by Yakkmeister.

Pursued down dark sidewalks, across streets black with rain water, and finally into the oblivion of a blind alley, Blanche Erasmo turned with panic and exhaustion to face her fate. No one was there.

This post was submitted by Bob Carlton.

She took an elongated deep breath, blinking her eyes closed and then open at the end of the breath. She needed courage, she needed confidence; just enough to stamp her boot over the top of the spider crawling up her loungeroom wall.

This post was submitted by Kimberley.

The clench of fear can hit anytime.
Mine hit about four minutes before I quit my second job.

Relieved was I when I realised that the jar of sleeping pills had not been touched. But then, as I gazed down at the bloody knife on the edge of the counter I knew it was too late…

This post was submitted by Alex.

My heart pounds in my chest as thoughts of bankrupting my family and being homeless fill my head with terror and my chest with pressure, all because I quit my job to follow my dream of writing full time.
I never realized a blank white page could shout fear enough to make my hands shake and [...]

I know I said not to contact me and I do pretend I’m not interested in your life.
I still think about you; the cheerful happy version of you I glimpsed before the fear.