Fierce

"A certain fortune teller, whom Deirde in a moment of emotional exhaustion had consulted and who had advised her - for a dear fee of 30 British Pounds - to move to XY, where she'd find marital bliss, professional success and all around happiness, was discovered one early morning tied up & gagged with a bullet in his heart, his toe- and fingernails ripped out and his scalp missing from the crime scene. "

Punchline

"The partially well recorded incident with the gingerbread-house began, when one day in her mid 80's sitting on a little bench in front of her house old Granny Ella realized, that in spite of an eventful time as an expressionist dancer, painter, ambassador of cracked Japanese ceramics and Jazz singer in a club on Bourbon Street (before the great hurricane) she had never overcome a heartbreak since she was 20, inflicted by a millionaire's son with low self-esteem and high ambitions, and that her life so far did not contain a punchline."

Forgotten

"Twelve years later Rebecca passed again through the town where one of her ex-boyfriends had settled down, and she thought it might be nice dropping in to say "Hi" and catch up on each other's adventures; unfortunately she was unaware that her Japanese goblin-mask, which she loved wearing outdoors, scared the hell out of him, and therefor she stood, rather puzzled, in front of closed doors & windows for quite some time. "

It's all over now, Baby Blue!

This image is taken from my collection of cartoons "It's your own fault, that's all I have to say to that!", interpreting the topic "Baby" with "lover". Hope, that's ok, too.The original caption goes like this: "At the sight of 'Felina, Dark Princess from Planet Stubbs' Milli realized that there was an essential difference between well established great comfort-sex and love at first sight, and it seemed only reasonable to leave her boyfriend to the one who was truly worthy of having him (this, although it broke her heart and from the day he was gone she turned alcoholic & and a cheap prostitute)"

Worry Party

This picture shows all my worries meeting up in my head. They do that regularly, and whilst they know each other well and are good friends they ignore me, the actual "house-owner". They bring coffee, tea and cakes and spread out on my furnitures. There is my relationship-worry, my parent-worry, my career-worry, my age-worry, my money-worry and even a smelly worry-dog lying under the table. Outside is dark, rain-stormy night, so the chance that these worries will leave soon is next to minimum.