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I ran my fingers over the polished wood, smooth under the pads of my fingers the ebony case gleaming under the incandescent lights. “A stationary kit?” My mother said still fussing on the slap-dashed wrapping of the present. “I’ve seen one just like this at Tim’s pawn shop.” A snarky remark that earned my brother a chuckle from everyone except me. I wasn’t really a fan of journals, nor was I an avid reader or writer. Anything related to academia that couldn’t get me bonus credits never interested me, yet somehow I couldn’t stop fingering ...
“You know we could have invested all this money into research, if only you could take your own advice and chill.” I said leaning towards Evelyn while trying my best to balance on a single foot. “That’s what you said about our wedding. Now hush.” Evelyn sighed visibly but didn’t so much as bat an eye-lid in my direction. Like she saw this coming from a mile away. “Well, I was right ab...
“Alter egos. Stage names, multiple personalities. Mark my words Noah that town is going to be your oyster.” Shane recited the words along the rhythm of the song blasting through the car speakers, head bobbing vigorously. “Well then, how come no one has ever heard of this town except your very old, and quite frankly severely ill grandma.” I retorted feeling grim with every passing mile. We had been driving aimlessly in th...
Death. It had always been the greatest mystery of them all for mankind, followed closely by the meaning of life and I think that is where the problem began. The mere prioritization of death over life. The words carpe-diem just that. Words. I had preached half my life that nothing was impossible and that we made our own destiny, everything in our control if we really wanted it to be. But I felt all my knowledge recede int...
Alicia glanced at her watch for the umpteenth time. The gesture serving two purposes at its root; one to get away from the prying eyes of the arse responsible for waiting her table and the second… Well, the second was the fact that she was having the biggest deal of her life sanctioned while she waited for a man she had never seen before to give her the experience of what an amicable relationship felt like when she could...
The charcoal stick slipped out of Rachel’s hand for the fourth time and she had half the mind to chuck it on the grown and trample it under her Louboutins. This was hard. She couldn’t get the little thing to manoeuvre the right way and there was no way in hell that she was settling for anything less than the perfect stroke. Which was why it was also the fourth time that she reached for th...
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