From @geoffgthomas:
At first glance, the challenge of writing a story in
fifty-five words had seemed easy.
Fifty-five words would offer ample scope to develop interesting
characters within a pithy well rounded plot. But, as his pencil crossed to the
second page it became clear that no amount of editing could save him. The
damage was done.
From @ShayanBKK:
He wakes up every morning with adventure in his heart and
soul. Leaping through the air, vaulting over obstacles with ease. Muscles
tensed, mind focused on the path, never worrying about the physical and mental
damage.
CRASH. He falls but swiftly back to his feet only to do it
all over again.
From @bangkokgirlblog:
My friend is everything a friend should be. Caring, a listener,
an adviser, a comedian.
The revelation of a careless whisper and I learn my “friend”
is not really my friend at all.
Once the genie has been released from the bottle it is
rarely re-captured.
To damage trust is to destroy a friendship.
From konfuzed:
my friend received a phone call at work today… its amazing
how your whole life can change in the space of a few seconds. the damage that can be done with a few
words. His agony thinly veiled, his face
contorted with grief, his eyes welling with tears. his family has been torn
apart… his sister is with god now.
From @2yrsbangkok:
The damage was only slight.
You had to squint and hold it up under the kitchen light to even see it.
It was ever so faint. But it was there -
the dollop of barbecue sauce that stubbornly refused to disappear despite
obsessive scrubbing. The only truly pretty thing she’d ever owned, ruined.
From @nikkihammett1:
As we arrived by longtail at dawn, the damage could clearly
be seen. Beautiful beach bars made of old wood ripped up to make way for the
brand new 5 star. A part of Thailand taken away forever. No more fire shows, no
more reggae. Concrete paths already being laid amongst the debris. Goodbye
Tonsai.
From @PennyKinned:
He traces the scar down her back – long healed now, but
still clearly visible. “Don’t,” she says, pushing his hand away. “I don’t like for
you to see me like that.” But he is insistent, following the trajectory of the
old gash with his fingertips. He likes her damage. It makes him feel at home.
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