She knew things were getting bad when ... ( a one-sentence long short story)

[MrsGamp]

She knew things were getting bad when her boyfriend wanted to keep sleeping with his ex-girlfriend, and presented her with the ex-girlfriend's old vibrator so she wouldn't feel too neglected when he wasn't around.
"Be careful," he admonished. "It has to be plugged in or it won't work, and the lead is a bit wonky so mind you don't get electrocuted."

 

[MrsGamp]

Shit that was more than one sentence. Sorry.

 

[Jabberwocky]

She knew things were getting bad as she watched him draw up water from the toilet cistern locked in the mens’ loos down the back of the old Clock Hotel in Surry Hills.

 

[Jabberwocky]

Sorry. Is this a game?

 

[MrsGamp]

Yeah! Thanks for noticing

 

[Jabberwocky]

Mine’s a true story. Real life degradation is the best degradation.

 

[MrsGamp]

It's not a game I'll be any good at because I can't even say "hello" in one sentence ...but nonetheless I thought it might be interesting ...

 

[MrsGamp]

She knew things were getting bad as she watched him draw up water from the toilet cistern locked in the mens’ loos down the back of the old Clock Hotel in Surry Hills.

 

[MrsGamp]

Actually maybe I should start a new thread where the challenge is to write a short story in three sentences. One sentence is a bit tricky. Although your effort about Old Clock Hotel in Surrey Hills was pretty damn fine!

 

[MrsGamp]

She knew things were getting bad when he took out a restraining order.

 

[MrsGamp]

THEY knew things were getting bad when they rang her up to ask why her students' papers hadn't been graded yet, and she had nothing to say at all, but was audibly crying and vomiting.

 

[Rainman1964]

She knew things . . .when she truly didn't give a shit anymore, and she only has maybe 15 to 20 good miles left on her before the gig is up.

 

[Rainman1964]

She knew things . . . when she became devout in her faith in Christ, and allowed a deep, chronic fear take over her soul slowly.

 

[MrsGamp]

She knew things . . . when she became devout in her faith in Christ, and allowed a deep, chronic fear take over her soul slowly.

That's rather spooky. I have been like that lately.

 

[Rainman1964]

It sucks getting old. The closer i get to 60 the more down i feel cause i just fell in love for the first time in my entire life and its at the tail end of our lives. just cherishing every second.

 

[MrsGamp]

It sucks getting old. The closer i get to 60 the more down i feel cause i just fell in love for the first time in my entire life and its at the tail end of our lives. just cherishing every second.

Oh dear ... if you're not even 60 yet it's surely not a case of having to "cherish every second"....?

Of course I don't know your circs. Are you not well?

 

[Jabberwocky]

She knew things were getting bad when she posted her 12th unanswered thread on the Bluelight forum ...

 

[MrsGamp]

She knew things were getting bad when he kept watching pornography featuring women getting sodomised by thermoses, all the while screaming the word "FUCKARSE".

 

[Jabberwocky]

She knew things were getting bad when she put the thermos in the oven to warm it up just a little while she gaves her quads a bit of stretch...

 

[bongdong]

She knew things were getting bad when she ambitiously smoked frosty weed out of a humongous pipe without the hint of a tolerance, so that she almost immediately had to go for some snacks, get them before the ability to navigate reality closes in on her, instantly forget about them just to have a huge surprise 45 minutes of tripping balls later because there are somehow snacks waiting at the edge of the table only to discover that she had still such a cotton mouth that she basically was not up for eating them.