Meta-PhysicalFought writer's block.Lost the plot.
Unreliable NarratorSherlock Holmes stories?They were doctored.
Breaking EvenBroke her heart.Broke his nose.
FisticuffsCall me odd?Now we're even.
A NecklaceHis apology's stonesmatched the bruises.
Unhand MeDexter was right:Lefty was sinister.
CrowBarGot hammered.Nailed her.Husband saw.
His Better HalfBride/GroomWife/Husband /Widower
ItchyFirst anniversary: Paper.Our love unfolded.Seventh anniversary: Wool.It all unravelled.
HermaphroditusAphrodite's hair.Helen's face.Adam's apple.
BibliophileMature woman.Bookish.On the shelf.
Hairball“The cat did it.”A bizarre case—woman suffocated in her sleep by her cat dozing on her face.“Can’t arrest him,” said DI McGonagle. “Better phone the RSPCA, Sergeant.”Pompom smugly washed his paws.Handy that a cat isn’t legally responsible for his actions, but can be named sole beneficiary in his owner’s will.
Not-So-Little MermaidAriel's bra:Needed a sea cup.
SouvenirPassionate, lingering kisses.Recurring, viral infection.
Back To BaseBoys.Baseball.Broken window.Home run.
The SphinxShe was a beautiful woman. In parts. Features of divine origin, breasts that would provoke envy in any plastic blonde. The rest of her was… leonine. Lot of body hair and those nails looked sharp. Her purpose was to ask the riddle. "What am I looking for?" No-one could enter the company without giving the answer. And no-one had entered for quite some time. The management was becoming desperate.She checked her make-up in the desktop mirror and consulted her notes. Three interviews before lunch. No need to rush. Snacking on the hopefuls was enough to sustain her. The first was handsome and confident. She was tempted to let him straight through. But rules were rules. He couldn't solve the riddle, so that was the end of him. Second was a middle-aged woman, who babbled about experience and qualifications. The interrogator chewed her up.Then there was the third. A thoughtful youth. Child of a sex offender and his teenage girlfriend. Abused and abandoned, being taken into care had saved his
Musical ChairsThree women.Three bladders.Two toilets.
In the Check-in QueueMoney.Ticket.Passport. Passport..?Bedside table.
TwilightOur tears became stars, then stories.
The followersWe mimic, blindly.We vanish, involuntarily.
Just leaveSaying final goodbyes.Two hours pass.
SWS: ConcealerMore problems than makeup can fix.
The IntrovertAlone I am weaker, but safe.
Six-Word Story: The SneezeBrushing teeth, itchy nose....Impending disaster!
HorrorYou know what's scary? Organic Chemistry.
Mother"I hate you" - her daily speech.
My Reality, My FantasyI like my fantasy world, thanks.
Airhead (Oxymoron)Empty-headed.But so full of himself.