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.