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 #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 #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.”