Vampire Crush
I was the luckiest guy in school. Paula Jenson, the prettiest girl in school, asked me out. Me, Brendan Jasper, the overweight nerd with a shirt pocket full of pens, out on a date. Well, it wasn't a date.
The Hair Snakes
Nothing in life is perfect, even my girlfriend. Don't get me wrong, she is amazing, not to mention: beautiful, intelligent, witty, caring, and eagerly accepts any opportunity to be with me. By all metrics, I have one great gal. There is one problem, her hair hates me. Now you might be asking yourself, her hair? How? Let me explain.
What a Date!
Quiet conversations blended together with the soothing sound of the piano that played in the middle of the dimly lit room. A waiter weaved between the tables in his darker than black suit and bow tie, arriving at a table of two who were lost in each other’s eyes.
“Lobster Thermidor and Lamb Shank,” the waiter said, placing their meals in front of them.
Fiance Cookie
"I can't believe she brought...him to supper," George said with a huff.
"George, be nice," Sally said, putting her hands on her hips.
"Be nice? That feller ruined our lives once already."
"I'm sure he didn't mean to?"
Life and Death Go On A Date
A chill filled the air and brought with it the echoes of the undead yearning to return to the land of the living. Death was pushing a rotten head down, trying to return it to the patch of wet ground it had sprouted up from.
"Push it down!" Life said, holding her lantern up.
"I'm trying!" Death said, still struggling to push the zombie under the ground.