May 2010
“No man who bothers about originality will be original: simply tell the truth...”
– C.S. Lewis (via coffeeandsugar) (via iamtheauthorofmylife)
“Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and...”
– - Dr. Seuss
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Short Story Number One Hundred
(Give me three words and i’ll write you a story.
Today’s three words are ‘Book, Dashboard, Art.’)
The books were waiting. They were waiting on the dashboard of the car. They had been there for days and they were starting to get bored.
‘Why are we here?’ One of them asked.
‘I don’t know,’ said another.
Then a boy and a girl got into...
“His head was full was ambition and fear and strength. His head wouldn’t...”
– Kerem Mermutlu
rauschkind asked: I absolutely ADORE your short stories! Keep it coming. :)
alexfeelsinspired asked: So can you really make a story out of 3 words? Impressive.
“Do not pray for an easy life. Pray for the strength to endure a difficult one.”
– Bruce Lee. (via quote-book) - Eh occhei, ma avercela ‘sta forza.. T_T. (via rainyjolene)
Short Story Number Ninety Nine
(Give me three words and i’ll write you a story.
Today’s three words are ‘Distance, Love, Salt.’)
‘The distance is too long,’ that’s what he kept thinking as they started to walk.
‘This will take forever and we will never make it.’
He looks at her. He wants to tell her that everything will be ok, that they will make it soon, that their...
“His heart sits on the side of the road.
People walk past it quickly and...”
– Kerem Mermutlu
“He was holding on and waiting for everything to come together, and then she...”
– Kerem Mermutlu
Short Story Number Ninety Nine
(Give me three words and i’ll write you a story.
Today’s words are ‘Shark, Blue, Girl’)
The girl was empty and sad and had not eaten anything all day. She wanted to escape to somewhere really pretty. She hated her city. She hated the way it was full of sharp edges, like shark teeth, and the way the buildings were grey and moody and broken.
She wanted to escape...
“If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we...”
– Ivan Turgenev (via fuckyeahrussianliterature) (via saveyourcrookedteeth)
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Your short stories are great and they put a smile on my face
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Your short stories are great and they put a smile on my face
:-)
Short Story Number Ninety Eight
(Give me three words and i’ll write you a story.
Today’s words are ‘Graveyard, Jellyfish, Lightening.’)
It was the middle of the night and the clouds were big and waiting. The lightening was waiting in the clouds too. It was waiting and looking for something to hit. After a little while, the clouds started to move towards a graveyard. ‘Yes,’ the lightening...
“This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world,...”
– the diaries of Franz Kafka (via bunnymitford) (via knockturn) (via fairphantom) (via longlivethequeen) (via teenagedreams) (via katelizabeth) (via luxwillow)
“The air was full of crazy sounds that only we could hear.
We started to dance.”
– Kerem Mermutlu
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Genius can strike at any time - just like this, on my way home from work… Bless the Random Drummer Guy. He was doing drum n bass just before I managed to get my flip camera out… [If his drumming isn’t clear, just wait for the whole video to load before pushing play]
“I believe there is hope for us all, even amid the suffering—and maybe even...”
– John Green (via thistrafficisperfectlystill) (via effyeahnerdfighters) (via fateflictonics)
“We were falling over each and laughing like it was the beginning of our lives....”
– Kerem Mermutlu
Short Story Number Ninety Seven
(Give me three words and i’ll write you a story.
Today’s words are ‘You Are Loved.’)
There was an old man in front of me. We were both on the escalator. I watched the back of his head. There was light floating around and some of it hit his head. His grey hair sparkled. It looked really nice. It looked nice enough to touch and feel.
I heard the old man take a deep...
“Everything is against you and is hard and is never enough and the world...”
– Kerem Mermutlu
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Short Story Number Ninety Six
(Give me three words and I’ll write you a story. Today’s three words are ‘I Hate Living.’)
The world was ending because the earth was going to explode at 2.14 in the afternoon, and all he wanted to do was have some fun on his last day. He called his best friend. He said Hi.
‘I was hoping you would call,’ his friend said, ‘i hate the fact you live so...
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“You were talking and no one was listening so the day carried on and the stars...”
– Kerem Mermutlu
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“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with...”
– Maya Angelou (via traycm)
Life is very interesting, in the end, some of your...
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Short Story Number Ninety Five
(Give me three words and i’ll write you a story.
Todays three words are Heartbreak, Smile, Living.)
He was looking at her and she was smiling. He didn’t know what to do. His eyes were nervous and his heart was now hiding in a small dark corner of his chest. Her smile was big and wide and magical.
His heart spoke up. ‘This will lead to heartbreak,’ it said.
...
“My head was hot and burning and when i saw you it exploded into fire.”
– Kerem Mermutlu
If you don't take risks, some day you'll end up...
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karenkristie: "Fragile Things" by Neil Gaiman →
I love reading Neil Gaiman’s short stories. Not all stories made great impressions, but like “Smoke and Mirrors”, I do have a handful of favorites— those are the ones I can retell to others and will always remember. I am happy that the last time Neil Gaiman was here, I told him myself…
Short Story Number Ninety Four
He was staring at the T.V. and was hoping the phone would ring. The last time it rang it was her and her voice had sounded better than ever. She had a happy round nice voice. The kind of voice you want to hear when bad news hits you in the face. She had called him because she was lonely. She had called him because she wanted to talk to someone.
He stared at the T.V. and then at the phone and...
