Two Sentence Tuesday #33

            “I wonder what it’s like in California,” he muttered, scraping the thick, frigid blanket off of his car. “I bet they don’t have to put up with this shit…” 

Two Sentence Tuesday #32

            The towering fir stood proudly, twinkling in hues of periwinkle, auburn, and plum. I sat before it, transfixed, and my enchantment had fleetingly carried me back to the innocence of my first Christmas. 

Two Sentence Tuesday #31

            The valiant knight, wielding a sword of emerald flame, had stood defiantly before the fury of the vile warlord, who waved his menacing, sanguine blade with an insatiable hunger for devastation. In the space between heartbeats, the dueling nemeses had attacked with a cataclysmic clash that had shaken the very foundations of the earth. 

Two Sentence Tuesday #30

            "Imagine the world at peace," he sighed, mournfully wiping the stains off of his glasses. “We’re not there yet, but maybe someday.”

Two Sentence Tuesday #29

            Alone on the stage, under the bleary gaze of inebriated eyes, his fingers plucked the strings as he began a slow, sorrowful lament in the key of F minor. He found a familiar woman in a green dress, sitting in solitude across the room, and as the pair made an invisible connection, she understood that the song was about them.  

Two Sentence (Not Quite) Tuesday #28

The sickly green mist seeped through the cracks in the door, melting the wood as though it were wax. Jesus Christ, alone, knew what would happen when that caustic whiff of poison filled someone’s lungs or touched their skin… though I was about to find out, firsthand. 

Two Sentence Tuesday #27

            The sinking tangerine sun created ripples of scarlet, fuchsia, and pink across the fading sky as it disappeared below the western horizon. As the festival of celestial colors sparkled in her eyes, she couldn’t help but feel… underwhelmed.  

Two Sentence Tuesday #26

He read the letter once, twice, then a hundred times, desperate to uncover hidden meanings in the text. Yet no matter how many times he had read the missive, it only ever said goodbye.

Two Sentence Tuesday #25

He found it strange that trees should shiver away their leaves at the approach of winter’s icy chill.

“Only the foolish strip naked to play in the snow,” he thought. 

Two Sentence Tuesday #24

I sat alone with my laptop, fervently mining the frosty recesses of an iced mocha in search of the perfect words. It was reassuring to see the dozen glowing computers around me, and each of their silent owners doing the same. 

Two Sentence Tuesday #23

            He investigated the charred and gutted remains of the old schoolhouse, where a teacher and her eight students had long ago perished in a mysterious inferno. As he stopped to change the battery in his camera, the stillness was broken by the echoes of the teacher imparting her final lesson to the class.

Two Sentence Tuesday #22

And they witnessed the Republic, a shining beacon of liberty and democracy, mortally wounded by the corruption that had poisoned its heart. As the grand experiment gasped its final breaths, gluttonous bureaucrats closed in like jackals, preparing for an extravagant feast.

Two Sentence Tuesday #21

For five weeks, Geoff battled the cowardly voices in his head and fought against his every natural impulse until he had finally marshaled the courage to ask Hallie out for dinner. In the span of five seconds, Hallie had said “no”.

Two Sentence Tuesday #20

An amber army, slender and tall, had marched down the road, sweating in splashes onto the pavement, beneath them. We followed that grand parade with rapt attention… this, indeed, was a wondrous show!

Two Sentence Tuesday #19

The spirited young man had peered intently into the pool’s rippling surface as though mesmerized by its endless cascade of expanding rings. When the waters had finally calmed, he found himself gazing at his wrinkled, gray reflection. 

Two Sentence Tuesday #18

There are Supermoons and then there was this. Supermoons are a breathtaking sight, to be sure, but they could never hope to match the apocalyptic stature of the moon at the moment it had drifted lazily into our atmosphere.

Two Sentence Tuesday #17

The fierce warrior, howling through a helmet caked with battle, thundered toward the savagely blazing dragon with his broadsword raised high above his head, ready to deal his enemy a mortal blow.

“Shit,” he muttered, ruefully eyeing the 'one' he had just rolled on his twenty-sided die… and the dragon feasted.

Two Sentence Tuesday #16

From the very beginning, they knew that his ambition would be detrimental to their whole way of life. Yet it was only as they looked upon the wasted remnants of their once bountiful landscape that they realized how much they had woefully underestimated his capacity for pestilence. 

Every Little Bit

 I’d love nothing more than to impart a sampling

Of tantalizing verse to brighten up your soul

When it’s grayed with weariness… I truly would.

Unfortunately, I’m feeling bereft of any poetic

Sensibilities, today, so the most I can offer is this:

Close your eyes and picture sodden magnolias,

Silky and pale, lying upon a luxuriantly grassy bed.

A cool September breeze laps up their perfume

And bathes you as you laze away the afternoon,

Picking out shapes in the opaline clouds, above…

…does that do anything for you?