One Sentence Story

one sentence fiction

grouchy bastard drives the good humor ice cream truck and bitches about everything under the sun

Watching life go by in the rear view mirror.

She’s 88 years old, and she is by all means peaches and cream, with a dollop of whip cream on top.

Even though it is still winter, spring cleaning has begun.

Let’s get along, for no other reason than to get along.

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.

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

Agnes, the goddess of children’s story telling.

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.