Best First Sentence Contest Number III [UPDATE: CONTEST CLOSED, WINNER ANNOUNCED]
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    The Journal Pulp is offering a $100.00 cash prize for the following:

    Best first sentence for a novel about a genius waitress who discovers the secret to unlocking the power of deuterium — and the customer who loves her, but loves her discovery even more.

    Rules and guidelines:

    No outrageous run-ons.

    You can submit anonymously or under your real name, it doesn’t matter.

    No minimum length requirement, but one sentence only please.

    Submit as many separate entries as you’d like.

    Leave your sentence in the comments section below.

    The winner will be selected by the Journal Pulp.

    The contest will run from June 12, 2012, through June 24th, 2012.

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  • Christopher Dill 06.12.2012

    Every night after work, she spun the rare Buffalo nickel, watching, thinking not the nickel that spun and spun until one night it happened, miraculously coming to a halt on its edge… and everything was clear.

  • Trixie looked down in disgust at her twenty-five cent tip, thinking to herself “how degrading for the future savior of the fucking planet”.

  • He sat in the same booth, ordered the same thing, resisted smalltalk, engaged her eyes and immediately began bad mouthing coal miners.

  • Those scribbled notes on your crushes order pad are the answer I know it, if you value your job you’ll get me that pad.

  • Darline, I got dishes dieing in the window, you can help your regulars with their homework after you serve table 12.

  • “My I. Q. is off the fucken charts, so why am I dishing this lousy crap to these sorry losers,” she silently whispered to herself while picking up the smallest tip of the night.

  • Marcie was late for work.

  • I don’t know what it was about Tuesday nights, but the worst customers always seemed to end up in my station, and it always sucked.

  • It was the worst mistake I’d ever made.

  • You know what’s crazy? The fact that we can’t stop the constant stream of thoughts going through our heads. That’s crazy.

  • A handful of patrons hang over their cups, long faces from a hard night.

  • I’m just saying that I’m finding it to be rather frustrating and uncomfortable to be at the eye of a storm, no matter how small the tempest, no matter the size of the teacup.

  • It wasn’t the way she fixed her chewing gum to the end of the pencil before scratching twenty-one whiskey down onto her pad; it was the off-handed remark about the melting point of butter — or solidus as she called it — that sealed the deal.

  • I threw those half gallons of Healthy Choice back into the freezer and slammed the door shut in their pleading little round green and white faces, and ran off down the aisle as fast as my legs and those wobbly little wheels would carry me.

  • As Arlene threw down Hal’s Grand Slam, the simple elegance of it hit her: two eggs, two cakes, two sausages… and two isotopes of hydrogen.

  • The ability to see the future while you’re stuck in the present can often feel like a prison sentence.

  • It was just another long night at the diner, filled with faceless people and graceless tips, yet she knew it could all change in a moment.

  • Mars just opened its doors.

  • Ruby was relieved to leave the heady world of ultra-dense deuterium and potential future energy sources momentarily behind to luxuriate in the simple gesture of pouring handsome Nick a cup of coffee as his eyes, which exuded an erotic love for Ruby, also radiated a flicker of competitive fascination with her discovery.

  • It’s unbelievable how something so true can turn into something so false.

  • To the people who yelled at me, who beat me, tormented me, did me wrong in more ways than one, I’m about to prove how wrong they were about me.

  • When it hit me my simple random memory went from a quiet cloud to a defining silence.

  • Edison, Einstein, Wright, all of them had a idea that changed the world forever, just like mine.

  • Edison, Einstein, Wright, all of them had a idea that changed the world forever, so did mine.

  • Behind her customary waitress’s smile and welcoming eyes, millions of neurons flashed in symphonic arrangement, as her brain mulled over numbers, patterns, and the molecular composition of the very universe.

  • It was heavy sort of feeling in her chest when she shook his hand and a hot flush of searing breeze that ran through her body when he asked her for more coffee; asking her for her purpose in this open all night diner.

  • “Watch this,” Camilla said while tinkering with William’s laser pointer, “I bet you’ve never seen a glass of water blow up before.”

  • I feel like someone should pay me for bothering to be bothered sometimes.

  • It wasn’t the way she fixed her chewing gum to the end of the pencil before scratching twenty-one whiskey down onto her pad; it was the off-handed remark about the melting point of butter — or solidus, as she called it — that sealed the deal.

  • A rancid miasma of burning fajita blossomed around her as she carried an order to table 13, thinking ‘if only satisfying the laws of physics were as easily accomplished as satisfying customers’ desire for terrible food.’

  • Pulsing with a furious intent, Mary thought about the profound effect of the universe, its massive pull and symmetry, its rationalization and its ability to constantly expand and evolve, its complex iteration, the mysterious geometry of dark matter, its profound intelligence, all of this as she put down the hot plate of steaming pasta on the rude patron’s table.

  • Vibrating with a raging direction, Mary cogitated on the ultimate nature of the world, its brobdingnagian draw and perfection, its utter sensibility and its aptitude and predilection to growth and transcendency, its complicated paradigm, the enigmatic calculus of dark matter, its staggering ken, all of this as she poured the contents of a hot plate onto a rude patron’s lap because her intellect was insufficient to propagate all those fancy-schmancy words while serving a simple meal.

  • “Here’s to one year ago today when waitressing at Sunrise Cafe was my only hope for the future.”

  • I am not sure if it was her calculated steps on the checkerboard tile or the way she saw the gains in every cup of coffee as orbits around some kind of boiling nucleolus but when she dropped of my mug it always seemed like the weight of the universe would shit slightly in her direction.

  • There are some things that even a smart chick like me will never understand, like why you would pay for two “fresh” donuts that you saw in the display yesterday.

  • “Don’t pretend you’re checking out my ass,” she teased, “when I know you’re just waiting for me to invite you to the lab tonight.”

  • Pouring over the mess of bills on my kitchen table, I come to three realizations: I should clean more often; there are smarter ways to spend my tip money than on Kamikazes at O’Laughlin’s; and I owe a piece of my mind to the jerk who had the nerve to add a surcharge to my electric bill.

  • My heart skips a beat as I look up from my breakfast to see Angela Gianni heading my way with a short skirt, a hot pot of coffee, and a sparkle in her eye that tells me she’s made more progress on that super-genius deuterium project than I have.

  • Devon was a handsome man, but the way he looked Angela made her want to spill coffee on his crotch and tell him he was stupid.

  • Pouring over his morning Times and feeling incredibly smug after his recent deuterium breakthrough, Devon might have liked to be forewarned that the waitress behind the counter was smarter than she looked.

  • After standing in front of the mirror for ten minutes, Angela dropped her wardrobe possibilities to the floor with the sudden realization that when she blew up the planet, it probably won’t matter what she wore on her date with Dry Toast and Decaf; and if she did find succeed in her proposed deuterium energy source experiment, she would be able to hire a stylist to choose her outfits for her and an assistant to put it on her.

  • Some things are impossible to know until it’s too late.

  • Hitting the snooze button for the second time, Angela contemplated the day’s conundrum: Is it more important to go to work to make the money to pay the bills, or put in some time at the lab and possible save humanity?

  • Angela was a beer girl herself, but seeing Devon in his crisp white button-up and wild genius hair made her reconsider the House Merlot.

  • Once upon a time there lived a girl who changed the world.

  • Angela was smarter than everyone in the room, so she probably knew that her telepathic message to Devon – the one that said, “You are a traitorous pig and I look forward to winning a Nobel prize and not thanking you at all” – likely remained undelivered.

  • “Good morning, sir,” smiled the waitress, “Would you like something to pretend to eat as you ogle my friend?”

  • The professor-type was at the counter as he was every morning, and simply smiled at the waitress’ friendly “What are you up to today?” the answer to which was entirely too complicated to explain within the confines of appropriate small talk.

  • Not only could she balance a full stack of dinner orders on one arm, but Jonah was blown away by her treatise decoding the secret to the world’s first self-contained, renewable energy source – written on a cocktail napkin.

  • “…And if I could only get the grant to test my hypothesis that deuterium–” Angela trailed off, seeing that her answer was expanding beyond the scope of her coworker’s polite “How are you?”

  • After the day she’d had, Angela was not at all prepared for the sudden “Would you like to have dinner?” that escaped the mouth of the man she’d thought had only waved her over to ask for more breadsticks.

  • Checking her reflection in the glass of the refrigerator door, Angela wondered what a young guy like Devon saw in a washed-up scientist like her.

  • “I’ve got to get home, I have the dinner shift,” Angela said, hanging up her lab coat and hoping that she would find some success in her experiment soon so she could finally quit her waitressing gig.

  • In the spirit of being forthcoming, I should probably admit that I failed junior year chemistry.

  • Knowing what I know now, I probably should have left out the “And you can tell me about the research your doing” in my acceptance of a dinner invitation from the attractive blonde waitress from the Down Town Café.

  • Perhaps my priority should have been discovering an alternative energy source to assure the planet’s continued existence is more important, but last Thursday when Devon Matthews asked me to dinner, all I could say was, “Yes.”

  • There is a fine line between harmless flirting and you-should-probably-call-the-cops: Devon Matthews is that line.

  • In the ten second period which decided the fate of the world, I should probably have been thinking about something other than what to say to Devon Matthews if I ever saw him again.

  • I have to say, it’s hard to have a sense of humor when the man you love leaves you for a hydrogen isotope, but I will do my best.

  • Jason peeked over his menu at her golden hair, flowing like water down her back and knew that a woman like that could never love a man that was denser than the sun.

  • People say I’m a genius and my idea changed the world as we know, but what they don’t know is that my idea changed me.

  • She knew instantly what he wanted from her, and the potential global fatalism that could ensue, and yet superimposed over that image was the white picket fence.

  • I basked in the reverie of a perfect equation until it was shattered by Arlene’s nasal pronouncement: “Mr. Five-Hundred-Dollar-Shoes asked to be seated in your section again; that’s the third time this week.”

  • He thought about nothing but her, she didn’t understand the need for such trivial and primal emotione

  • It was love at first sight for him, he was a possible pawn to sacrifice for her.

  • The diner was quiet and empty that Tuesday morning as she shuffled inside, stashed her bag under the counter, and punched in.

  • The waitress’ mouth, set in a grim, tough line, revealed she was very much in command of herself and those who crossed her path.

  • Looking up at the June Gloom sky, then out onto the Pacific’s watery Horizon, Jarett wondered if volunteering for this special ops mission was a good choice, then proceeded to dive into the watery depths of what he’d come to find out is actually hell.

  • If she were to add up all of the tips she\’d ever received working the morning shift and then create a pie chart measuring the frequency and consistency of the individual customers\’ contributions, which of course, she could do in her sleep, the largest piece of the pie would belong to Harold, she thought, as she served Harold the largest slice of double crust apple.

  • Ever since the diner restroom has become deuterized, that geeky M.I.T. doctor won’t leave us alone.

  • I was called out of retirement to investigate some diner in North Dakota that’s sitting on top of a power source that would eliminate our fossil fuel addiction.

  • If you combine a proton and a neutron together you get Deuterium, but if you mix that in with the life of a young teenage waitress, you get fame, fortune, and a whole lot of angry friends.

  • If you combine a proton and a neutron together you get deuterium, but if you mix that in with the life of a young teenage waitress, you get fame, fortune, and a whole lot of jealous peers.

  • L

    As she walked away he couldn’t help but smile at the hidden figure beneath her waitress attire, yet it was her brains that really got his attraction going.

  • My head— a palpitating upset sun; running water through the back diner door away from these dense loudmouth community college dipsticks, up to my studio apartment’s desk of experiments.

  • L

    Their eyes connect, “Would that be all, Sir?” she knew he wanted something more and she was willing to play his game.

  • She was like mercury from a broken thermometer as she slipped from table to table, kitchen to counter and back again.

  • Redmond took his sandwiches on Russian peasant bread only because, as he was known to disclose to any neighboring patron of the Sunset Diner, he wanted to feel something of substance inside his ragged but still youthful body.

  • Feeling his breakfast land at the bottom of his stomach as he exited the diner, Ralph wondered if Trish had added anything unusual to his hash.

  • “Jones got the new deterium figures from that waitress he’s always going on about, you know, the one with the cybernetic eyes.”

  • She looked beautiful in a don’t-piss-me-off way. The whites of her eyes bulged but her pupils blazed, intense, like she had seen something one wishes they hadn’t. It’s not everyday that an exact copy of yourself walks into your diner.

  • She never wore her nametag.

  • As he pondered fifty-one down on his crosswrod puzzle with all his might, she streamed by muttering the answer while simultaneously removing his cold coffee and toast crust.

  • Suddenly aware of the chatter behind him, really next to him at the crook of the cafe counter, the secret being talked about alarmingly loudly by pretty lips and someone else, the guy from the research lab – his finger instinctively touched the butt of his hidden weapon, at a convenient pause, he turned quickly and looked into her eyes, “…are you a physicist or something?”

  • Jessie’s mind was clearly in another world as she flipped open her order pad, fixed her gaze on the nerd at table thirteen, and replied, “So, one order chili fries, one chicken fried steak, and one isotope… um, sorry, I meant ice tea.”

  • Most men buy women drinks for the same reason, but Gunther wanted to unlock Hanna’s heart and keep her talking.

  • “You’re late.”

  • Someone’s cologne, perhaps the pasty commuter’s across from her, brought Dorothy out of her habitual morning bus ride trance and triggered the long-forgotten sting of her first love, a physics professor who cried when he climaxed.

  • Just outside of the shadows of the strip, past the bustling mobs and dancing hopes, insidious smiles and dazzled arrays, lies Al’s Diner, a place that, well, from the outside, would seem like any other American diner.

  • The new guy at the restaurant looked up when Johanna was a just a few feet away, surreptitiously shuffled his napkin out of sight, and gasped when she asked “what’s all that?” pointing to his equations which had bled through the napkin and leeched indelibly into the porous worn linoleum of the table.

  • Pardon me, I have gas.

  • It’s because of her he’d been coming to this out of the way diner every Tuesday night for the past three weeks.

  • It was because of her.

  • There was a profound beauty she couldn’t explain everything made sense when she worked her shift at the diner – the complex laid bare as if it were an order off of the menu at the diner.

  • The city and the lights of the cafe flickered as the power grid shuddered under the ever growing demands of human activity, it put him in a daze and he thought idly about his waitress, she was efficient he noticed but she had turned quickly away after taking his order, but it was enough, he was smitten, but as she carried the food back towards his booth, he wondered if he could ever have a relationship with a simple waitress, even if she had the prettiest lips he had ever seen.

  • He only comes here for her; to see her, to speak with her…. to hope.

  • She stops clearing the table, brushing the hair that had fallen on her face, and it instantly comes to her ‘chemicals, reactions, human existence’… The thought races across her mind and she casually brushes it aside, her every motion caught out of the admiringly observant eye of Ray.

  • She effortlessly touched his arm while clearing the glass and from the lingering residual of the contact, chemical reactions were firing throughout his body.. his interest was instantly piqued.

  • Strange how life works out… the thought brushes across her mind and in an instant is shrugged off while she grabs the drinks for table 14, her every move scrutinized by him.

  • Kevin squirmed in the booth as his waitress approached, aroused by her magnetic theorems.

  • She skipped over the first name, “Harold” — as if it were something to be avoided; but “Urey” slipped from her lips like a dead man’s last breath still smelling of 16 year old cognac with an aftertaste of the bomb.

  • “It was dark, like hell was hot.”

  • He ordered from the menu, she smiled while she twirled away from his table but returned quickly, with the feast unfolding, he enjoyed the food and decided to come back for breakfast if he was in the neighborhood,

  • Michael Davis (PhD, PhD) was a jerk, but Jenny liked that about him because it meant she never had to be polite while serving him coffee.

  • Unaware he was staring, he took his eyes off her when the sun hit his silverware.

  • Another day, another dollar…the old adage wore on her face, but her favorite customer came in yet again, and so, with a quick pep talk in the back to the mirror, she came forward, to him, and found truth in the conversation that was to be the powder keg of her existence.

  • In a way still to be uncovered, this is the strike of genius revealing an intricate network of discoveries holding together The Second Coming of Christ.

  • She was flipping isotopes before she was flipping burgers, both giving the energy of life to the world, but she finally found the solution to the former.

  • Marlene slammed the veggie wrap I’d ordered onto the table and slid into the booth across from me, mindful that she was risking her waitressing job that kept her at Caltech, talking fast about her latest discovery on 2H, an obsession of mine second to none, not even my desire to make love to her.

  • Mia

    Walking out of the restaurant that night, there was no note in the air that could have helped her foresee the man’s deeply rooted obsession, not only with her, but with what she had discovered.

  • Mia

    There has always been the on-going argument that men are smarter than women, whether that be factual or not, but this one woman in particular seemed to hold a little more than the key.

  • Mia

    She begged him to let go of her, she had not realized the damage this lonely customer could inflict, and with that, she made a decision that would change the course of her life.

  • “Three point one four one five nine two six five three five eight nine,” rattled off Franny as she set the plate in front of Albert, her moon-eyed, lunchtime regular who loved pi with his pie.

  • It was the recognition of a single truth – revealing itself to her through the actions of an untethered toddler cavorting around the restaurant, careening eventually into an elderly customer who had nursed the same cup of coffee and piece of pie for over an hour – that slipped the last tumbler of the Great Lock into place, divulging the universe’s most secret secret to her

  • A woman who loves puzzles loves a man just as long as he remains one, and I was a simple man.

  • In a drunken act of attempted seduction, one of the regular sots fortified his meager tip book-ended to the price of a cup of coffee by slurring through an endearingly pathetic comparison, “kitten, I don’t know what’s hotter: you, or the center of a neutron star.”

  • Ignoring the pleas of the old guy at the end of the counter for hot coffee, Joan glanced at the clock, ripped off her apron, mentally flipped off her date with Barry and rushed home to continue her experiment that might save the entire world.

  • “Excuse Me, Miss – is that a zucchini or banana nut muffin?” He asks as he’s finger-marking the recently cleaned glass display case of baked goods with his ring finger

  • E.

    There’s more of pi than pie about you, he penned with Dickensian flair at the bottom of his dinner check, hoping to woo the inscrutable waitress with the explosive wiles.

  • I woke up this morning feeling like a stiff wad of gum that just fell off from under one of the tables I wait on.

  • You know, at first I thought it would be a good idea for a chick with a physics major to wait tables at a diner near the Livermore Lab; that is, until a jerk named Robert who worked over there started coming around every time I was on shift.

  • She had discovered the energy source of the future while I had stumbled upon my energy source for the present.

  • I had become accustomed to being just a customer until I discovered her secret would make me something more.

  • I ordered water expecting her to engage me in a conversation about the isotopes of hydrogen that would change the world.

  • What we lacked in chemistry, she made up for with her discovery.

  • She was a genius working at a position that would only require mediocrity and that was why I loved her discovery even more.

  • I had come for the world famous Beef Wellington, but she had aroused my senses with her discovery.

  • If you stare down your dog and he looks away, he is being submissive, but if he continues to stare back he is challenging you.

  • Jacinta poured the third refill for the customer she only knew as “Scarhand”, and in the swirls of the cheep black coffee she witnessed the unfolding of the entire Universe.

  • Janeane set the cup and saucer on his table, her smile masking a wistful sigh, as, unbeknownst to her, the deuterium she had been slipping into his coffee for almost two years had indeed given him the ability to see through her clothes, but it had also turned him gay.

  • As Lana cleared the uneaten burger and the empty martini glass from his table, she raised her eyes to catch a glimpse of his slack-jawed, pale countenance, and knew that she would be getting at least twenty-percent tonight.

  • I tell you, if I wasn’t paying for my own degree, I’d never’ve stepped foot in this god damned diner, or even think about waiting tables in it.

  • E.

    The waitress kept her tips in a beaker on the counter and he sensed the sparks flying between them had as much to do with fission as passion.

  • If she wears the red apron, the deals off.

  • As I refilled her steeping cup of cynicism weighing down a pile of unorganized papers, the aroma aroused my senses – “I can already tell this will be a delightful batch” she muttered over her pretentious laptop … “but, I hope you put an extra shot of energy in there for me today Doll.”

  • Same ol’ pretentious faces, same ol’ insipid routine and as I pour his bold coffee, the comic addict below me would never know that I was about to emancipate his deepest fucking wet dream.

  • Henry’s passion stirred as he watched Terese glide through the room holding a tray of water glasses above her head, for not only was the raven haired beauty breathtaking in her physical presence, she also possessed an exceptional ability to handle the weight of water and beyond.

  • It wasn’t until the smart little quip about the formation of stars left her lips that he wanted her for her brains instead of her body.

  • “Hello, sorry to bother you like this, but would it be possible to order and eat and not leave a tip, I mean, I only have enough to eat with and say, I guess, I mean I’m only going to have the special with the sides and a cup of coffee,” he said while returning her smile, I guess she saw something of value in him.

  • Caressed by glorious sunlit rays peeping through delicate silk curtains, Maggie opened her eyes, still drenched in hot images of the previous night’s heinous lovemaking, and as she turned over to hug handsome, buff plumber Dave, whom she’d lusted over for weeks, she was saddened to find her deuterium gold-making formula shoved in his butt next to her ‘Best Waitress’ panties, but the image validated her decision to slip him 3 sleeping pills after they climaxed, just in case he might try to steal her new mindboggling discovery.

  • The handle on the door was worn from use, and taking a seat at the counter was like slipping into the warm memory of some fantastical movie diner, loud, robust, the coffee flowing and the conversation of the regulars interrupted only by the warmth of the power source of unbelievalble strength, she leans in close, “May I take your, order?”.

  • No one else seemed to notice the starlight that shone in the waitress’s eyes but when she set down the 32oz glass of water and asked for his order he immediately disappeared into her ice blue orbs like a ferry slipping beneath the surface of a frigid Norwegian lake.

    Yeah, let’s see who’s the first (if any) to figure out the tangential reference in that one. 🙂

  • Be wary of a woman wearing practical shoes.

  • d

    Of all the diners in all the two bit towns he had stumbled through, he had to walk into this one.

  • d

    On a planet made nearly entirely of water, filled with inhabitants that are just over half water and she was the first to tap into that isotope that permeates just about everything on Earth.

  • The woman was so ugly that it shocked strangers, so ugly with something deep inside her that was crawling around looking for a hole to escape.

  • He tried to cut off his other toe, but the pinking shears didn’t seem as sharp as they were on the first toe.

  • Most of my regulars just made small talk with me, but there was always this certain twinkle in Steve’s eye whenever we would talk about the progress of my deuterium research–as if he was turned on by the thought of his waitress developing nuclear fusion possibilities while wearing something other than a coffe-stained work uniform.

  • I looked down to find my wife was right all along, I really didn’t have any balls.

  • She had finally figured it out, the problem that plagued her mind for so long, tearing her away from her slumber in waking nightmares; she had finally figured out how to use the cash register.

  • Darlene Green desperately needed to commit suicide.

  • He eyed her from across the room as she serviced the other customers. She was his ticket out of this hell hole of life, and she didn’t even know it. His secret, he thought was that he knew a diamond from a piece of glass, unlike the losers on this part of the planet. He just had to get rid of the competition, he noted as she smiled at her regulars who weren’t there for the donuts. Pearls before swine he stage whispered into his coffee cup before signaling for a refill.

  • Pearls before swine, you’re no competition he hissed into his coffee cup, nodding for a refill as he watched the meal ticket out of his hellish existence serve her regulars that weren’t there for the donuts.

  • The thick beverage streamed into a broken honeycomb pattern on the table; mouth agape Gwyneth stared at the atomic like pattern, her wash cloth frozen above the table’s surface.

  • The thick beverage streamed into a broken honeycomb pattern on the table; Gwyneth stared at the atomic Rosrchach spill, her hand furiously sketched the image on her order pad.

  • Gwyneth stared at the atomic Rosrchach spill on the table; mouth agape her hand furiously sketched the image on her order pad, the answer of wide-eyed sleepless night oozed across the table’s surface.

  • Before the revolution, there came the revelation.

  • She had always wondered about the atoms in the eggs.

  • If she had been more skilled in the art of romance, she would have realized that not even the dick in his pants she so eagerly shared, could compare with the excitement of the power he would gain by raping her of her discovery.

  • Jacinta poured the third refill for the customer she only knew as “Scarhand”, and in the swirls of the cheap black coffee she witnessed the unfolding of the entire Universe.

  • “Weight,” the waitress let slip, her new invention’s power weighing on her mind, while the customer heard “wait”, giving him hope that one day she, too, would also be his.

  • ‘Hey Mel’, she shouted, ‘ I need two Adam and Eve’s on a raft and two cups of Joe–blond with sand!’

  • A/C

    She blew strands of hair from her eyes with a sigh of breath; her slender ink stained fingers held a cigarette billowing a soft stream of smoke lazily upward. We were alone, the café was dimly lit from the neon sign outside, I fell in love at that moment; I fear before we part, though, I will have ruined her.

  • “Hey Sam, she shouted, I need two Adam and Eve’s on a raft and 2 cups of Joe–blond with sand!”

  • I saw the sun rise, this morning. I love a woman whose essence I will soon take.

  • He would spill the blood of a broken heart if she would spill her secrets.

  • God bless genius, and tip her well too.

  • “Please tell me you trust I know what I am doing”, she painted with her lips, as if she always knew exactly what kind of coffee to recommend in my cup.

  • “Please tell me you trust I know what I am doing”, the waiter painted with her lips, as if she always knew exactly what kind of coffee to recommend in my small cup.

  • joe

    Warm Blueberry pie with a glass of cold whole milk and a naive waitress who had no idea that she was the triple crown with the beauty and grace of a Victoria secret model and the brains of Einstein Oppenheimer and De Cart all rolled into the most naive wonderful woman Craig had ever fallen in love with.

  • It was a cold and stormy night.

  • The Genius waitress who had just postulated how the secrets of deuterium could be unlocked gazed longingly into her customer’s eyes hoping, praying that he would love her for who she was not just her intellect or her discovery of the secrets of deuterium.

  • A distant and direct moon takes me toward slumber every warm June summer, but it is the pure sun that grants me reason every mornIng, to be.

  • O this dark ominousness night she held the only copy of the greatest physics book the world has ever known and to her right was a rain deer whose nose glowed o so bright.

  • He stood over her bleeding body, wretched.

  • She noticed the vein bulging In his neck with palpatation, and smiled.

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