392.

It was too dirty even for the mosquitoes.

391.

Dirty marzipan froth floated on top of the water.

390.

Sometimes she was male; sometimes he was female; always they were human.

389.

The cold water made her catch her breath.

388.

What she wrote last night took her by surprise.

387.

She ran so she did not have to think.

386.

They were everything to each other, father, mother, sister, brother, friend, lover, buddy, coach, student, teacher, husband, wife.

385.

And sleep crept up and whispered in her ear.

384.

His fingers took on a life of their own.

383.

The dark swirling water closed over his head, the final curtain to his struggle.

382.

He spat the sediments back into the wine bottle.

381.

Silence.             Trying to read each                   other's minds.

380.

Whenever she closed her eyes, she would see that shape of green burned in her eyelids. She resolved to sleep with her eyes opened.

379.

It fell like death.

378.

Es-ca-pe. Funny, that spells just like escape.

377.

Desire, fear, death. There is no escape.

376.

They looked at their calendars, the waxing and waning of the moon, the pattern of the tea leaves in the cup, and decided: it was not an auspicious day to meet.

375.

Her moods changed like the colours of the sea.

374.

There wasn't a chance that he would make it out of this alive.

372.

He was still holding on to his bolster when he woke up.

371.

What will come of all of this, a mind map??

370.

He offered his life and a religion was formed.

369.

She offered her life, chopped up and spiced, and it fell like a drop of water into the large ocean.

368.

And now she would try to sleep.

367.

The palpitations gradually transformed into an afterglow that slowly spread upwards to her face, her fingertips, her knees, her toes, and erupted into a smile that would not go away.

366.

One day, he would be quoted.

365.

The curve of her body was strangely comforting.

364.

The raindrop hung on the edge of the roof, damned by its own weight.

363.

Imagination blooms into actuality.

362.

She left her brain in bed.

361.

He surfed for a reason to justify his purchase.

360.

Nothing moves Mummah, only personal suffering.

359.

I don't need to tell you this because you know it already: _ _ _ _ _ .

358.

The cup fell to the ground, breaking into millions of pieces. Among the fragments we found this post.

357.

He walked with a flurry of hand movements.

356.

Being at work drained his motivation to live.

355.

Their lips met – a warm wooden spoon pressed in butter.

354.

Their worlds collided like metal balls swinging off each other.

353.

For the first time, she dreamt of a different kind of church.

352.

He kept up an imaginary conversation with himself.

351.

He felt that all his life was just one long waiting for something terrible to happen.

351.

They danced in colour.

350.

Penultimate reality, threatening to split, revealing, we wish, a glorious heaven.

349.

The stripped bolster lay dejectedly on the bed.

348.

Between life and death, he chose subsistence.

347.

Between black and white, he chose grey.

346.

Some of us make our clothes look good; the others, look good because of our clothes.

345.

He was so smart-alecky he got on his own nerves.

344.

It was strange having a friend who remembered things you wanted to forget.

343.

She wrote the postscript to her friend Ming on the back of the wrong letter. This letter was addressed to Masumi in Tokyo, Japan.

342.

They had God-sanctioned sex.

341.

Do you know who you hurt?

340.

The kitchen light flickered on off__ on on__ off _on__ off.

339.

Out of the lift, a pink sofa.

338.

The Christian couple planned to marry on 060606.

337.

The term under achiever stank of pride.

336.

At least being an under achiever meant that she did not have to wake up at 5:30 in the morning.

335.

Don't panic.

334.

At the flank of the large angel fish was a little yellow fish ten times smaller, following industriously.

333.

333 x 2 = 666

332.

Watching the fishes calmed her -- they moved within the confines of a tank -- a model of restrained chaos.

331.

What a long piece of shit!

330.

Empathy precludes wit.

329.

They fed the turtles chicken flavoured twisties. Later that night, the workers had twistie flavoured turtle soup.

328.

Her shoulders burned. It did not help that she was carrying a backpack.

327.

The aeroplane drew a straight white line in the sky.

326.

The tongue licked the pistachio from its shell.

325.

They encased the sour plum in a sweet sugary tomb. But it is only a matter of time.

324.

At the edge of chaos there are no inhibitions.