One Sentence Fiction

One Liner

All ye caffeine junkies, drink up, and get wired.

He’s known as the ‘why’ man, for he is always asking the why of everything.

She’s savoring the all around beauty, of the numerous wild flowers.

She lives in a household full of mad, whacked-out people.

Living the life of a nomad.

Her Sunday breakfast special, soupy pancakes.

The daily daydreamers bus has arrived.

Willie and Wilma are at the kitchen table, drinking day-old brewed coffee, and both are wondering why it tastes like shit.

She’s basking in the fake sun, reading fake news, and working on her fake tan.

Agnes, the goddess of children’s story telling.

She said, your hearing me, but not listening. He said, oh.

He never does what the play book says to do. Just wings it, and hopes for the best out come.

He can never tell a lie with a straight face.

She sleeps soundly on a mattress filled with stiff straw.

He’s a nonstop babbling brook of misinformation.

What can one say, about the guy who is known to have shit for brains.

He said, “Oh shit.” She told him to watch his mouth. So for the rest of the day, he looked into the hand held mirror, never to put it down.