Hope is Cruel
Bill thought he had twelve seconds left. He hoped not. Hope failed.
Alright, I'm doing another 12 word novel challenge. I hope it's not too soon for this. But anyway, here are the guidelines: It HAS TO BE 12 WORDS. No more. No less. 12 words. It can't be vulgar. PG-13 please. It has to follow the theme below. Ok. I think that's it. I'm putting this challenge up for a month or so because alot of people tend to like to take their time on these. You can enter more than once if you want to. The theme is, divorce and weddings from hell. Ok, you can begin. <3
Bill thought he had twelve seconds left. He hoped not. Hope failed.
Money and time wasted, sex was good, I can face it. Divorce.
Parting ways brings such sweet sorrow, but more money for me, tomorrow.
Mother of bride found at an Arkansas truck stop -- wedded to groom.
Sylvia got the house. The kids, too. Like I care. “Oh Anastasia...”
I couldn’t help but laugh as the best man’s trousers were floored.
Half and half- I took the gun, you took the bullets. Equality.
I didn’t expect her to take ‘till death do us part’ literally.
And all your wordly goods you endow... ...’Till death do us part...
I’m nervous, my hands are shaking. I’m getting married- to the Devil.
Gentle and loving when we wed, Now we’d prefer each other dead.
Like I always say; First rule of weddings: Don’t marry a ^%&*$
He left me in tears. The dress grayed as my skin wrinkled. ..............
“We can’t split the money when there’s only one of us.” Bang.
Eternal damnation in the flames of Hell- not really the greatest honeymoon.
When we were connected, the rain came pouring down. So, we separated.
He approaches. Her screams are shrill. He grabs something. She is still.
By the time they found Mrs Frodo Baggins, she had invaded Gondor.
‘Two wives are better than none,’ the celebrant told the deflowered girl.
Till Death do us part? Lawyers’ll charge less for a murder trial.