Posts Tagged ‘True Love’
Apr
One True Love
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Jesper believed in one true love. He fell for his when he was still a boy, while picking mushrooms in the forest behind his home. He met a girl in a white dress and they played for several hours, so that by the time he returned home, Jesper’s father gave him a whipping for being late.
Jesper never forgot that girl. For many years he searched everywhere for her, in his village, in the neighboring towns, along the main road that led to the city. No one knew of such a girl.
It was as if she were a ghost.
Dec
I’m With The Fashion Police
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I’m looking at you. You’re sitting on your pulpit, grandstanding and demanding, acting as if the whole world is against you.
I know what you’re thinking. You’re some kind of Achilles, and we are all Agamemnons hellbent on keeping you from what’s yours. You came here pure of intent, and we sullied your name and deprived you of your one and only chance at true love.
Well, let me be the one to tell you: the problem isn’t that you’re black and she’s white. The reason she’s not into is that you are always wearing a cardigan with a tie.
Dec
Rivals In Romance
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Carl loved Savannah with true devotion. Unfortunately, his rival for her affections had much more to offer in the way of money, stability, looks, and sexual prowess. Sebastian, however, had no understanding of true love.
Carl and Sebastian hated each other as true rivals do. They contested everything, from golf outings to strong man competitions. Carl always lost. Even at endeavors that one might consider of a sensitive nature, such as poetry readings, Sebastian proved the better man.
In the end, Savannah wed the town haberdasher in an arranged marriage. Still, Carl and Sebastian continued their feud well into January.
Aug
The Girl With So Many Tattoos
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Brad saw her the first day of class and immediately fell in love. She was cool. She had tattoos on every part of her body. The tattoos made her an outcast as much as her attitude, but Brad loved her for both.
It wasn’t until much later that he began to see the truth. She wasn’t tattooed. She was a tattoo herself. A living, walking tattoo, capable of speech, inclined to violence. She was the ultimate artistic rendition of pure vengeance.
Brad loved her all the more. As he told his friends, “True love is not concerned with surface things.”