Who doesn’t tell a lie from time to time?
An unhappy housewife tells her husband she is visiting a friend when in truth she meets her handsome swain…
A little child tells his mother the cat had bumped into the piggy bank and shattered it on the floor when it truth he had smashed to get money for toys…
A father tells his little child he bumped his head on a cupboard when it truth his young mistress had thrown at him her red shoe…
A young woman tells her mother she found work as a model when in truth an older man pays her rent…
A mother tells her daughter her father died in the war when it truth he ran with another woman…
A young man lies to a few people that he is called Vincent Mars, when in truth his real name is…
What’s the latest lie you’ve told?
24 thoughts on “A Writer Is An Innocent Liar”
I think it very sad that most people do lie…in reality, it is the TRUTH that shall set one free…
Sometimes before you find a new place to live 😉
In my native language there is this saying that before you reach God the saints tear you apart. There must be a better way of putting it…
That’s a very evocative image perhaps it’s what the psychologists call ego death 🙂
wow… pass the joint, man. This is some heavy sh*t.
an anagram of vincent mars?
Not really, though it does contain a version of Vincent in it. 🙂
I think the easiest (or most likely) lies are those I tell to get someone off my back. I am exhausted all the time, so when friends ask to get together or do something, I am more likely to conjure up a make-believe scheduling conflict than to admit I’m too tired to make the effort.
That’s an innocent lie and there’s no harm in it. Keep at it!
I don’t think writers are innocent liars. More like highly practiced and cynical liars. That’s the fun of it!
You mean to say that your comment is a lie too? Just like mine? 🙂
Oh, so true!
I must say, I try very hard not to lie. If anything I am guilty of omission.
A lie from time to time is good!
«Where have you been?”, she yelled, her face making that famous tomato-face again.
“I was with a friend”, I answered hastily. Remembering her 13 missed calls, I said: “And my phone died”
Well, the truth is that I was out all night, listening to jazz, drinking forbidden, but delicious wine and talking to strangers.
Why did I lie?
I know she wouldn’t believe me.
Tomato-face? That’s a queer way of putting it!
Tomato face-lovely image
“A young man lies to a few people that he is called Vincent Mars, when in truth his real name is…”
I call foul, sir! I admitted to you that my name was, indeed, Alejandro Mandrack. I have been swindled.
Yes, boy… you are a tease and a devil to lead us on this way.
The angels will certainly tyar you apart before you ever get near that heavenly spot whether up above or here on earth Randy
Yes but I am young, and my evils will be forgiven. No?
afterall who can rage for long after dancing amongst your locutions?
why ‘vincent’ !!!!!!why did you add that last bit?? Now i’m scanning every single name i know of. But none fits you best as vincent mars . What is your real name …scorpion wrapped in the sweetest darkness I know
“before you reach God the saints tear you apart”
Vincent…I have a feeling this means something other than what it seems to mean…
to me it means that “saints” are the people who believe they are doing good will and judging us…and perhaps “God” cares not about our lies or our mistakes, and would never judge or punish us for it…but it doesn’t matter what “God” would do…because the “saints”, the judgmental ones who claim to speak in his name…tear us down before we ever learn that we were whole to begin with (lies and all).