John Johnny
Once I went to a store and bought something while it was being robbed and didn't realize it until that night.
Once I went to a store and bought something while it was being robbed and didn't realize it until that night.
We went out to drink, he got drunk and got caught by a teacher.
I thought we had a connection, instead, I realized I loved my boyfriend after all.
As a child I used to think that 'Anon' was a Greek philosopher, when told otherwise, I lost my first real hero.
While the doctor talked about the pain my father was likely to experience after the back surgery, I noticed he had an erection.
My first love left town with her mum and dad without telling me and I cried.
You were "my sweet baby" for nine months, but in those last five minutes my intuition finally sighed "She" and I knew.
He called from a restricted number, and although I knew it was him, I humored him when he asked "Is Tommy there", knowing full well he knew who he was calling.
My father gave me a glass of milk to help swallow the pages as I was slowly force-fed the forbidden book he discovered hidden under my bed.
Of course, we weren't really planning on having a baby in a Volkswagen Bug.
When the teacher asked my third grade class what they wanted to be when they grew up, I stood up and replied, "Not my father."
Mom, I never told you what they did to me, because I was ashamed and I was afraid you would think it was my fault.
There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about how things could've been between us if we hadn't gotten there too late.
I threw away a opportunity because I was scared, now I'm scared I will never have an opportunity.
Due to this summer's events, I'm now addicted to taking guys' virginity.
Sometimes when I get really mad I imagine myself yelling at countries, saying things like "Switzerland, you jerk!"
My father smiled at me accross the Christmas dinner table and I heard quite clearly the sound of sleighbells.
I looked up from the floor, towards the bartender, and then, for no apparent reason - I drank fourteen vodka martinis.
It was then, as I sat at the dining room table while one roommate resided in her bedroom with her boyfriend, another roommate was talking on the phone to her boyfriend, and my third roommate's boyfriend was making her dinner, that I knew that I was truely alone.
My parents grounded me while I was in college, three hours from home.
I stood inbetween them feeling uncomfortable and thought, "Because of these two boys, I have to always watch what I say fearing I might accidently lead either of them on."
I called him on his mobile phone to tell him I'd found his mobile phone
When I told my husband of 17 years that I didn't think he knew me and I wanted a divorce, he asked me "Are you a lesbian?"
I have begun walking down the street along side good looking strangers in the hope that other strangers will think I have good looking friends.
As he was telling me over the phone that he didn't know me I came to the sinking realization that I couldn't live without him anymore.
His arrogance was as potent as my pride, but I would never have told him so, had he not kissed me first.
I got up the nerve to tell her I thought she was beautiful, and her reply was, "That's so sweet... but I'm married."
I opened a door at the exact moment an earthquake began, so I shut the door.
My heart in my throat, I watched as that second blue line started to materialise before my eyes and I realised, this is it - the moment that would change everything I ever imagined the rest of my life to be.
It was as I stared down on the urban landscape unfolding before me that I realized, if the eye mirrors the soul, then cities are the eyes of humanity.
Suddenly I realized the only person at my birthday party who didn't think I was gay was the girl I kissed three hours before the cake arrived.
It wasn't until my 3rd marriage proposal in 2 months at the ripe old age of 12 that i decided living in an orphanage in Venezuela wasn't going to be so bad after all.
I chose him over seven other boys, and then realised he's the only one who would ever cheat.
My mother developed a criminal addiction to gambling because my father cheated on her twice.
He asked me if I would marry him, and it was then, the second I said yes, I knew that he was not the love of my life.
I could actually feel the gland excreting as I tried to decide "Fight or Flight."
I thought I could speak French until I actually met someone who spoke it.
I may have just made the biggest mistake of my young life, but she doesn't know that yet.
When I told her I forgave her I had no idea how hard it would be not to hate her for sleeping with my cousin who had been molested by his mother.
I finished the exam with half an hour to spare, so I thought I'd cheer up the examination marker by drawing bad things happening to cats in the margins of my essay.
When we asked our mom to tell us a story, she replied "A pig fell in the mud."
"For you? Really?" the man in the pharmacy said, surprised, when I asked him to pass me a pregnancy test.
We spent too much money on the external hard drive, but at least we don't have to carry all our CD's when we move to Mokpo, South Korea.
And as the fight ended, we realized that we have never fought about anything with even the slightest bit of significance.
So I hopped one legged around the room screaming until the slug fell of the bottom of my foot.
It's been 6 months since I fell in love with my boyfriend and only now did I realize just how much he really hates me.
This month began blackly with a death and ended radiantly with a marriage.
When she cried the first time, I was surprised that I was ready to handle it like a father should.
My mother called me to do a chore and i responded, "What you need, Woman," to which my father chided, "Your mother is NOT a woman!"
A stunning woman in a sexy little sundress got on the subway, and for just a moment I forgot to breathe.
She was my favorite cousin and my best friend, but that didn't stop her from screwing my fiance then marrying him.
I took a neuropsychiatric test and realized that I don't have a mental illness after all: I have five.
Instead of going to a bar, spending a lot of money and hanging out with stupid vapid people that I can't stand, I stay home and play World of Warcraft.
I waited two years for a chance with her, but in the end it was she who took the chance with me.
I began to play and it was great until I realized it was actually work so I quit and got a job with insurance and a bigger cubicle.
The lies exploded as you stammered to defend yourself but in the process I found myself to be bored with the whole being that was you.
Having to leave behind long-sought posessions many times I realized finally that only the memories of moments and the people remembering me are things to last.
"I was waiting for you," she said, and for an instant I wasn't alone.
My neighbour (who meant a lot to me) died in hospital on a Monday and I was the last one to see her alive.
I looked into the sun trying to sneeze which she must have taken for a smile and smiled back.
In just those four words written on a brightly glowing computer screen, I realised that I'd lost the ability to trust anybody ever again.
Arriving home after sitting in traffic for two hours, I said to myself, "Oh, wait, I don't live here anymore."
They played hair dye roulette, switching the colors between random boxes.
It's been 12 years, 4 months, and 23 days since our first kiss on his best friend's front porch, and I just discovered that he married someone else.
I watched the sun rise thinking of her; sighed and walked to work, breathing easier for a change.
If you put Dry Ice in a full 2L bottle of coke and put the cap back on you can create complete chaos on the subway.
When I told him how I beat the hell out of a guy in a fight earlier that week, what I was really saying was "Stay away from my girlfriend, neither of us like you, you creepy fuck."
Recently I realized that I waste my life on the internet ... and published this insight in a blog.
Just as we entered the jam-packed animal rights seminar, the elastic on my half slip failed, and it fell to the floor.
The pedestrian looked concerned, as he bounced off the bonnet of my car.
I sat there that night and realized that all my life I’ve been trying to eliminate the things that cause me to get depressed, instead of the depression itself.
As the porter wheeling my gurney down to the operating room took a corner too tightly, crashing my arm into the wall, I reflected that my last utterance on this earth might well be a profanity.
The town slept peacefully through the darkness, its long nightmare finished now, with only the bright dawn ahead.
Joanne had already inserted her card in the ATM when she realised that the keypad had been liberally thrown up on.
Seven years later is love still unrequited when he whispers, "I've been in love with you for years" on the cold steps of a bowling alley?
I want to hold her to stop her tears, but I know my girlfriend would not appreciate that.
I finally must confess that, despite all efforts, I can no longer bring myself to vote for even the most beautiful and touching "One Sentence" submission, because that would mean admitting that my own story was nothing more than average.
Now, nearly half a century on and exiled in a hot country, I sometimes wonder how different my life would have been if I hadn't admitted Karen to Sharon, nor Sharon to Karen.
"My brother died" was all she said, and in that one instant, all I wanted was for us to be 19 again, and unaware of the gut wrenching pain I would feel for her 10 years later.
All my life, I've been hiding that I'm bisexual so much so that I've emasculated myself; i've become utterly incongruent.
Since I've moved away from home I've had to lie every time I say "I miss you."
After I cried my way out of the city I was homeless and studying at a university in a strange country and I missed all my clothes in the left behind city.
I never thought I would be responsible for sending someone to jail, but I didn't hesitate to press charges when I found out a very ex-boyfriend stole my identity.
It was only when he gave me a foot massage, me with the phobia regarding contact with my toes, that I realized just how much I love this man.
One-time I got in trouble in Religious studies for saying the word "vagina," but talked my way out of it by convincing them I had said "Virgin Mary".
Me, my twin brother, my girlfriend and her twin sister made a road trip to the Twinsburg Twins Days festival and all tried to spot "TWILFS".
My first love ended with calling each other sluts and never speaking to each other again.
If I had known how to say "I am socially comfortable" in Korean, that sultry night in May would have been less awkward, though generally I would like to limit the number of languages in which I've lied.
It wasn't the sex that proved she loved me, it was the first time she slept with me without having sex that I knew she would be the one.
My granddaughter took my finger in her day-old fist and I fell in love.
When I read that the moon is moving away from the Earth at a rate of an inch a year, I knew one day too it would abandon me.
As an innocent eight year old, I had no idea that my threat to kill my younger brother and sister would bring about such rapid, and gratifying results, returning me to my rightful place at the center of the universe.
The day I met my girlfriend I told my cousin "I think I could marry this chic".
President Bush killed my father, a soldier whose burned remains are now a part of the Iraqi desert landscape, and I, longing to fit in by supporting something I did not understand, was stupid enough to vote for him the previous year.
I used to pray every month for my period to come, but recently I've started hoping it wouldn't.
As Katrina's waters rose, this became clear: how you loved and lived your life BEFORE the storm came - that determined, to a large extent, how well you survived AFTER it passed.
I couldn't tell you she died this weekend because I didn't want you to look at me with those puppy-dog-eyes and ask me how my grief could possibly compare to yours over your mother.
I wondered why I was having trouble grieving the death of my mother when the counselor figured out I had not grieved the death of HER mother only 12 years earlier.
After years of pursuing men and boys, I've discovered it's easiest to fall for one you know will never like you back, simply because he doesn't know.
When I realized that nothing was absolute, I stopped looking for true love and figured that beyond a reasonable doubt would be just fine.
I can not wait to leave this all behind but walking out the door is getting harder and harder by the day.
Watching him, I realize he is the only reason I live, and that I am watching him die.
After experiencing the situation myself I suddenly realised you can spot if any person's parents are dead by the natural sadness on their face.
I stopped hurting myself a long time ago because I got bored, not because I got better.
She called me on the phone, and part of me left with her; I am weak and the light is gone from my day.
After the security guard yelled at me to get back to my own stretcher and stop making out with my boyfriend, he asks my boyfriend "Do you know him?"
Then, after hearing about faecal aerosols, I never flushed with the lid up.
I'm happily married with a family, but I still pine for the girl who died in high school.
I often think it odd how one of my clearer childhood memories is of slapping my two year old brother's face as hard as my seven year old self could manage.
For nineteen years, five hours and six minutes, I've loved a man I could never be with.
I now work for the TV production company who produced the programme on which I met my wife.
When I went to my father's crippled car, a few hours after the wreck, I found both of his shoes on the floorboard surrounded by blood and covered in glass.
His big round eyes welled up with tears and the look of di