r/twosentencestories

Well you were eating, and thinking about the food in general, was there something else more specific you were trying to remember?

He said "home," and she laughed because it wasn't romantic at all, until she realized it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said.

So I wasn't surprised when the news headlines read "Killer seems to be targeting goth kids who dress up as vampires".

Note: This story is loosely based on a Matt Melvin comic on Cyanide and Happiness, I forgot which and I don't have the link.

Now I’m staring at the parcel she sent an hour ago, blood slowly seeping through the cardboard beneath the note—“Your half, handle with care.”

But the drunk driver turned years into days

Ey wood lyk iff et wurr az gud az myn.

(Good-spelling version for people who need it: Learn to fix your grammar and spelling. I would like if it were as good as mine.)