12liners(openers)
1.Morals are like snowflakes in the sun, which melt in the face of heat and time.
2.In the eyes of a vulture, another corporate roadkill just adds to the menu.
3.Lying is a fine art, you just have to keep it simple.
4.Jeremiah gaps at the enormous figure coming out of the shadows.
5.If 4/5 of the world goes insane, would the rest of the 1/5 be consider themselves mad?
6.Honor and coolness have one thing in common; self-image.
7.We fight about a lot of things, for only one reason: Pride.
8.Susanna half-heartedly watches herself pick up the phone and dial the number.
9.Rufus pounds at the door again and again with cries of blood-thirst, as the candle slowly dims to a flicker, then goes out.
10. Driven to eternal labor in prison clothes of black and white, slave to a lifestyle obsession Jack doesnt’ even realise or even knows how to stop.
11. A woman is marries herself to either career, or to love.
12. Curiousity may kill her cat, but the neighbour’s dog will die under her shovel.
12liners on One(Openers)
October 25, 2006 at 5:29 pm (Uncategorized)
Gwyn’s « :D said,
October 28, 2006 at 9:09 am
[...] I’ve turned partner-gwyn’s sentence into a story ! (: [...]
gdine said,
October 28, 2006 at 10:20 am
NUMBER 8!
Susanna half-heartedly watches herself pick up the phone and dial the number. Before she could finish punching the complete numbers in, the door bell rings the second time. She pushes herself away from the table and runs to the door. Susanna took a quick peep through the peephole but no one was in sight. She then carefully open the door. Nobody. Nobody is at the door again. She could care much of it and walks back to the table where the phone is still hanging. Backspacing those numbers, Susanna hesitates again.
John comes out the room. He calls for Susanna and she swiftly puts the phone back in place. She smiles at him as he walks towards her. “Everything is done now. Let it be a secret between us.” He says and gently kissed her forehead. Susanna then walks John to the door as he has to leave. She closes the door behind her and leans against it, looking troubled. ‘Should I call the police?’ This question keeps resounding in her head.
She walks into the room that John had came out from and opens the old, abandoned cupboard. There laid a cold, motionless body without any hint of blood. She starts to cry, feeling guilty when she ought not to. The door bell then rings for the third time.
Who is behind all these anonymous ringing of bell? Susanna wondered. She hoped it was not someone who has been watching them all these while. Susanna then whispers two words, “Sorry, John.” She then picks up the phone finally and calls the police.
“I… just…killed..”
She hangs herself after.