The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories, Vol. 2

As my story came to a close I realized that I was the villain all along.

Your heart has a little empty corner. You won't even know I'm there -- I'll be very quiet.

I just need some time away to remember why I stay.

This is the saddest, most depressing music I've ever heard. It makes me so happy.

And in the morning they shook their pillows violently, hoping all the dreams they lost that night would tumble out.

I lost you when you left me to find yourself.

Your kisses are snowflakes: each one is unique. They land on me, before they melt away and leave me cold.

Once upon a dream in a blanket of night sky you asked me to tell you a story which began with us holding hands.

He loved me. He loves me not.

Life and Death took a break, weary from their burdensome role. Nobody lived or died that day.

She read his letter again & again 'til she found herself afloat among the stars.

One day she looked up and discovered an opening in her planet. She wondered if she wasn't alone after all.

And when the day is done I will follow you into the sun.

After you died I realized that I never really like hunting. I just like hanging out with you.

The right shoe left, knowing that the left shoe was right.

i stood and watched the final sunset as the world was ending light that once would fall was now ascending

You have reached the edge of the world. Please stand behind the barrier and take no photo.

Mapmaker mapmaker make me a map one to one scale, without a single gap. Map every rock, every thought, every tree and erase all the territory.

He though of all the different ways to make it look like an accident.

His hands were weak and shaking from carrying far too many books from the bookshop. It was the best feeling.

The Sun is such a lonely star. Whenever he comes out to see his friends, they all disappear.

Well, look who I ran into," crowed Coincidence. "Please," flirted Fate, "this was meant to be.

The universe is not made up of atoms; it’s made up of tiny stories.

If I read our story backwards, it's about how I un-broke your heart, and then we were happy until one day, you forgot about me forever.

A man touched me: his hand... my thigh. I touched him too: my fist... his jaw.

I collect flickering stars in old pickling jars, poking holes in the lids so they can breathe.

You're gone. No mailing address. But I send you letters anyway.

I know other worlds exist. I can see them in my peripheral vision.

When you become a ghost feel free to haunt me.

The element of surprise wasn't allowed near the Periodic Table.

It's HE-RO," the boy argued. "No," the girl insisted, "it's HER-O.

The doctor's wife ate two apples a day, just to be safe. But her husband kept coming home.

I'm ready for another adventure now, take me far away please! Ok one more... But then you have to read to me!

Okay, I'll admit, I have a few skeletons in my closet; but they weren't skeletons when I put them there.