Tag Archives: How they met

“Uh,” she said.  “What exactly is wrong with you?” “With me?” he asked, looking around. “Yes, of course, with you.” “Nothing’s wrong with me.  I feel great.” “Why do you have that thing on your head?” “This?” he asked, touching … Continue reading →

“I like Jane Austen but can’t stand her books.” “How does that work?” she asked. “I like the movies,” the woman said.  “But her books are dull, thick with language that wants to fight me, and I just don’t care … Continue reading →

“Where am I?” he asked, groggily. “Well, you’re hooked up to an IV, there’s beeping sounds all around you, people in white coats and you’re in bed with a curtain pulled half way around you, so guess.” “Ah, you’re one … Continue reading →

“Do you see that?” he asked, looking up “Of course,” she said.  “Time is breaking apart.  It’s…almost over.” “You’re a scientist,” he said, looking at her name tag. How long do you think we have?” “It depends on how fast … Continue reading →

“You’re going to buy THOSE?” she asked the guy standing in front of her. “I was. Why?” “WHAT DOESN’T KILL YOU MAKES YOU STRONGER?  Seriously,” she said, shaking her head.  “Who are you lying to?  A friend or yourself?” “What?” … Continue reading →

“How long have we been standing in line?” he groaned, shuffling his feet. “Excuse me?” she said turning around. “I feel as if we’ve been here for days,”  he sighed. “It’s only been fifteen minutes,” she said, shaking her head. … Continue reading →