Five Stories

Unconditional

He's in his fiancee's bedroom for the first time. "See that hole in the floor over there?" she asks. He peers to where she is pointing. She goes over and pulls out a small box. She opens the box and explains that she spent years collecting her toenails, pus from her pimples, and hairs she plucked from her chin. "Do you still love me?" she asks, "even though it's kind of gross?".

"I do love you. I'm just wondering why you collected this stuff," he says.

"Good," she nuzzles his neck and then whispers, "because I also collect dicks."

Tang

"So, we have until the end of the day to name the product."

"Dude, I don't even wanna think right now. Emma had me up all night because of a nightmare she had. Didn't fall asleep until after three."

"Damn, what was the nightmare about?"

"She was in some forest. It was dark and there were strange critters covering the forest floor. She then realized that she was on the back of a giant monkey, walking among its ticks. What she thought were trees, were hair."

"That's fucked up."

"Hmmm."

"How do you pronounce 'orangutan'?"

"Orangatang, why?"

"That might work."

First Person Shooter

Margaret walked into the living room, carefully pushing an earring into her ear. She grabbed her shoes while watching his video game. A complicated-looking machine gun in the foreground, exploding heads and crashing aircraft in the background. She shifted her body to face her husband, her hands soft on her lap. His gaze remained on the TV.

"Jimmy, dinner's in the oven. I have a gun and I'm going to shoot you from outside the window. I love you. See you later."

"Love you, too."

The Tattoo

We flirted for a while and it was during our first date that I noticed the dancing lady tattooed on his forearm. It was in remembrance of his dead wife. She had a tight, long green dress, her eyes pierced mine. She was beautiful. That night, I went to bed with him and before closing my eyes to sleep, her back was to me. I was too blissfully tired to say anything. The next morning, her eyes pierced mine again, and a knife was in her hand. He was quiet and blood was everywhere. She raised her head in laughter.

Why Susan Married Harold

Always sleeping with her window closed, it was during the heatwave of '07 that she could not bear the heat any longer. she tried fans, but they just blew hot air. Wet rags never helped. So she opened the window for one night. That same night, her upstairs neighbor mysteriously died, frightening Susan. Later, a man moved in and she incessantly worried that if he opened his window, she would mysteriously die. They immediately hit it off, and as you know, the hitting became real. Every night, she peers through bruised eyes to see that the window is closed.

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