Two Sentence Stories

It wasn’t all bad.
Sometimes she made food.

This post was submitted by Rodale Wenger.

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.

You’ve seen vampires.
They look into your eyes and say they love you.

True love is putting someone else’s happiness above your own.
Wake up and see me.

This post was submitted by Kit London.

“Good morning,” she said, smiling at the guy she had spent the whole night texting with, hoping for a reply. He walked passed her, almost breaking her heart, when her phone buzzed with a text: “Good morning ”, he said.

This post was submitted by Aiko.

You died in my arms. I died in yours a hundred times.

This post was submitted by Dawn Rodgers.

I’m sorry I was so cold to you.
I’ve pushed my love down so far that it’s now covered with a hundred feet of ice.

I used to follow the rule “love quickly, forgive quickly”.
Now I follow the rule “live for revenge, fuck as much as you can”.

I miss her so much it is almost unbearable. If there is an afterlife, I will make it up to her there; this I swear with my entire being!

This post was submitted by D.C. Whyte.

“I hate you,” she whispered, a single tear falling from her eye. “I don’t,” he said before slowly kissing her forehead and walking away.

This post was submitted by Aiko.

It’s getting pretty ridiculous now, how much I think about you. I would tell myself what you always used to tell me — suck it up and shake it off — but then I’d just be thinking of you again, wouldn’t I?

This post was submitted by Jeric.

Love picked up the phone.
Underneath there was a lost peanut.

Last night he caught her with another man. This morning he’s watering a new garden.

This post was submitted by Geoffrey Forbes.

They produced love in a lab.
Like most unstable elements, it only existed for the barest of moments.

He gave her 12 roses 11 real and 1 fake he said. “I’ll love you until the last rose dies.”

This post was submitted by Brandi.

Love me and then fuck me.
Or the other way around, I don’t mind.

She loved me once, but now she’s marrying someone else. No matter – people are filing into the church, and my revenge shall be sweet.

This post was submitted by Dave Feland.

I know you are in love with me because of my heart, mind and soul.
I know … hope … that my millions mean … nothing?

I read: “single mum loves to dance and keep fit doing so (i am a size 8 ) whose happy with her body and the skin I’m in and love my motor sport needs to love a guy who loves to dance and has a natural high energy level and is single, honurst, kind, passionate, [...]

So what if I equate love with sex?
You equate love with fucking birthday presents.