Mark looked at the mirror and finally said, ‘Hi, God.’
His wife sighed, and dug around for his pills, but God made sure they weren’t found.
Random Word:Omniscient
Josh was tired of waiting. He had lived by the good book so knew, he deserved the righteous place ahead of women folk. They did their best but as the Word said, they kept a man from getting on. But when he saw God, Josh knew he were in trouble.
Random Words: Too many girls
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‘To create the story’s ending you randomly select a place, and an emotion. Their opposites become the opening scene. Then select an animal for character development – where would someone like a rabbit take us? Now imagine what transforms this character between—’
‘Sir, this isn't the Physics class is it?’
Random Word: Get Creative
‘It is not right to hide away. What is wrong in bathing with friends the old way?’
Aiko sighed, it was just like papa to refuse a home tub.
Random Word: Misoneism
‘Why? Isn’t it written that our Lord choose his mother? Women pick the egg or the sperm now so why not us the mother?’ The unborn waited for a reply.
The custodian, smiled and let him fall, thinking, he’ll be trouble.
Random Word: Mother
‘We stand on the boat of life as it flies into the future where not even the birds of trouble will be roasted.’
‘Hmm, that’s working for me.’
Random Word: Catachresis
Harold stood his ground.
‘You cannot say ‘ain’t’. It has no grammatical basis even for Americans.’
‘I as the gun, me can say what I like.’
Random Word: Grammatolatry
It had been a difficult day, the truffle had not tasted as it sounded - bitter rather then smooth. Why was he eating words that were visual, he was a word waffler not an image imbiber. He longed to find Boeuf Bourguignon, which was as solid and satisfying as it sounded.
Random Word: Eating my words
'I tell ya, the Whore of Rome, tainted ya Christmas with the worship of false idols...'
Jacob just nodded; pa was off on one of his rants.
Random Word: Babylon
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They are chandeliers, gold gilt stairs in great halls, clothes from the bloody fingers of seamstress blinded by candlelight. Living to a dead music that sways, rises and falls as they will. We dance by the fire of the night, hips shaking and caressing for the flesh of the willing.
Random Word: Dancing at the revolution
Random Word: Going to the movies
He looked at the white page, and from it smiled an old bitter woman haunted by her past betrayal. A lover long dead, never let her forget as he sat by her bed each night. But for peace both must forgive.
His pen moved, and the dream became your story.
Two teenage friends in the 1940’s
Only her face shone in the stage lights, the moon to the audience's stars as recording lenses sparkled back. Her note broke the silence of death to summon hope. Out of the darkness came the answer, a deep despair to her joy—both voices merging in a hymn to life.