“Tell me you love me.”
“No.”
love
SixWordStory #85
Iron bends; she flamed the fire.
SixWordStory #82
“If love was food, bite me!”
SixWordStory #77
He loved her until no more.
.Foreverest.
FiftyWordStory #7
His hair drew me to him, so curly and so soft. You don’t suspect something like that to turn on you – why would you? – which is why I never felt the curls worming their way into my heart until the day that they hardened, becoming screws, drilling me to pieces.
SixWordStory #63
From the outside, we turn inside…
.Thaw, honey.
SixWordStory #56
Honeymoons in Paris together – returns alone.
FiftyWordStory #4
The note in her hand didn’t glow rays of golden light, nor did it emit the scent of everything good in the universe. It had no beautiful calligraphy, no seal, and no instant redemption jumping up at you from the paper – which was fine, really, because when had a divorce ever been golden?
