Two Sentence Tuesday #55

Spiraling pillars of dusty, leather-bound tomes climbed the cavernous hall like struggling giants, grasping for the ceiling. Even in the lightless chamber, their gold-leaf lettering sparkled like starlight and I could hear animated whispers, calling out from between the pages… inviting me to play.  

Two Sentence Tuesday #54

No sooner had Jasper filled his swimming pool with silver dollars, when he had done a graceful arc off the diving board, intent on making a luxurious splash. Trussed up in his hospital bed, several hours later, he was forced to concede that he wasn’t Scrooge McDuck. 

Two Sentence Tuesday #53

Unnatural dread jolted down Hank’s spine as the ground beneath his feet quaked with reverence for the colossal being who had inexplicably materialized before him. Its vast eyes flared with the light of an ancient sun and, as Hank tearfully met its harsh glare, he recognized the fury of a wrathful god.

Two Sentence Tuesday #52

Titanic swirls of withering light coalesced around a perilously gyrating blot, struggling against the suffocating grip of unbeing. The light glittered feebly as it faded into the darkness and the universe around it had continued its onward march, completely oblivious.  

Two Sentence Tuesday #51

He had chased his thoughts around the acreage of his mind, hoping to ensnare something resembling a good idea in his nets. Little did he know, his good ideas were all snickering from the brush, watching him struggle in the desperate pursuit of cleverly-disguised mediocrity. 

Two Sentence Tuesday #50

            As aspirations go, some people strive to plant their flags upon the mountaintops while others won’t rest until they’ve reached out and touched the stars. For Harry, he was winning at life if he could afford a victory dance on the knoll across the street.

Two Sentence Tuesday #49

            Zane had closed his eyes and, taking a deep breath, opened his mind in a way he had previously never thought possible. In that moment, his consciousness expanded beyond the boundaries of his fleshy shell and he could feel the boundless heartbeat of the universe, itself, beating within his chest.

Two Sentence Tuesday #48

            Tidal waves of boredom slapped Geoff from one side of the room to the other, as he waited by that infuriating telephone, chanting for it to wake the hell up. When the silence was broken and Tara’s name finally flickered across the display, Geoff could have danced, or sang, or ran a marathon, or climbed a mountain, or done any other Herculean feat the world might toss his way… except actually pick up the phone. 

Two Sentence Tuesday #47

Owen relished those special moments when he could put on a set of headphones and shut out the rest of the world. The Beatles were always a particularly lush vacation from the ambient clutter that usually made his eardrums bleed. 

Two Sentence Tuesday #46

“Is this really it,” he asked, mournfully grimacing.

“I badly wish it wasn’t,” she confessed, her hand on the door knob. 

Two Sentence Tuesday #45

“What the hell am I doing with my life,” I groaned, driving away from my latest disappointment.

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” a voice whispered from the backseat.

Two Sentence Tuesday #44

            Each day felt like an exercise in patience for Carl, as he sat there watching the clock smugly mocking him with every grating tick. Some days, it was all he could do to not rip the little bastard from the wall and punt it off the roof. 

Two Sentence Tuesday #43

           Everyone remembers the night the skies burned. How often do you see threads of tangerine flame winding through obsidian clouds? 

Two Sentence Tuesday #42

            Kevin deliriously wrote Alicia a Hail Mary of a love letter, penning every awkward confession he had been too afraid to say aloud. As he read through his completed missive, shameful stabs of cowardice had pierced Kevin’s heart and he hastily crumpled the note into a ball before tossing it into the trash. 

Two Sentence Tuesday #41

            “Have you ever seen so many dead eyes in one place?” Jason whispered, his glance wandering around the room.

            “Well,” Mick hissed, “we are in the DMV.” 

Two Sentence Tuesday #40

            “I’m not sure what’s real, anymore,” Kara moaned, desperate for something to cling to.

            A familiar kiss had unexpectedly found her beyond the veil of her lament and the voice connected to those lips whispered, “That… was real.” 

Two Sentence Tuesday #39

Nobody in the world celebrated mediocrity quite like Ethan did. He prided himself in his ability to give the barest minimum of fucks possible, any time an opportunity for greatness might happen to show its ugly face.

Two Sentence Tuesday #38

            Ava had opened her heart to the taint of dark magic and, with it, had lain waste to everything she was. Shivering, she wiped away the heaviest tears she had ever shed before leaving the wreckage of her past to smolder into ashes. 

Two Sentence Tuesday #37

Under the electrified gaze of a global television audience, the spacecraft’s intrepid crew had charted the inaugural course to break in their exciting new warp technology. In a blinding flare, the vessel had rocketed light-years across the universe, where, due to an overzealous navigator’s misplaced decimal point, the craft had unexpectedly pounded a cavernous crater into the frozen surface of the planet, Glaceus 12.

Two Sentence Tuesday #36

The Buick’s hood groaned and popped as Tom slouched lazily against it, wiping the sweat from his sunburnt brow. His sluggish, overheated mind drifted longingly to thoughts of ice-cold beers on a misty shore and he cursed his landlocked address.