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As I stand on the line, mindlessly indexing muffins once again, I am grateful for the simple pleasures in life. I have successfully managed another day of wearing my earbud on the line, so rather than listening to the roar of machines and the complaints of co-workers, I can secretly live another life. A werewolf looking for her lost love today. Sometimes the books are short, so I live a different life every day...
“Speak now,” The priest sighed, prepared for this service to be over, “Or forever hold your peace.” The small pause given to afford anyone brave enough to object could have lasted for all eternity, and not a single person in the room would take advantage of it. Beau had spent the entire night before praying that someone would. They all had great reasons to object. They were too young. They had just graduated th...
If I manage to find my way home, I silently vowed. I’m going to murder Cassidy. I stared at the reflection in the mirror, tempted to break it in spite. This was all her fault, and she was the one that would be in major trouble if we didn’t figure out how to get back to the campus. She couldn’t drive herself home, and no one else wanted to put up with her when she was drunk, so unless ...
I stared at the test results. They were seared into my mind at this point. Medical terminology and all this high-end wording to tell me the one thing I’d feared for years. I would never be able to have children. The hour after the appointment, after I’d gotten the papers from the doctor, I considered the fact that I’d had no reason to make this appointment. There was nothing that had screamed at me to s...
My hands shook as I moved the mouse to hover over the window open before me. Before I lost my nerve, I took a deep breath and clicked “ACCEPT”, letting out a sigh of relief when it went through. I folded my hands together and rested my chin, watching the screen. I wasn’t sure what I expected to show up next. The part of me that couldn’t believe it figured that I’d be staring at a screen mocking me for thinking such a cha...
Prince Nikolas couldn’t believe the sight playing before his eyes. Nadira had made good on her word to send him back to a time where he would have a different choice. Without Mercibella as his wife, he was still seen as just a prince, with his aunt reigning as queen until he turned eighteen. Everything seemed fine. He was getting the second chance at life that she promised, a chance to find real happiness instead of feel...
Jezebel did her best to look thrilled to be attending the festival, though she’d only done so for her husband. She would rather the two of them be at home in their bedroom, watching shows and hiding from the world. How Kalin could stand this much sunlight and this many people was beyond her. She watched the sun beat down on his face and cast a golden glow around his childish enthusiasm. “Why don’t they host a w...
The heat from the pan as I worked on my chorizo helped against the chill of the winter night. For February, it was freezing, and I only turned the heat on enough to keep the pipes from freezing. I figured that there would be plenty of activity to keep me warm after dinner, and I didn’t want excessive sweat to ruin that moment. I hummed while I cooked. This Valentine's Day was my first time spending it with someone else....
Dear Rose, First of all, yes, I will be calling you Rose from now on. Nadira is your middle name. It is the name that belongs to my aunt, my mother’s sister, the woman who I considered to be my rock in this world when she died. Since you’re no longer my aunt, I will refer to you the same way non-family members have always referred to you. Sue me over it.  I trusted you. You don’t d...
Undisturbed snow was mesmerizing. A pure blanket of innocent, untainted beauty. It reminded Liza of what her skin had looked like years ago. Years before she was thrown into the harsh reality of the world. Before the MRI. Before the doctor told her the words she had feared from the day she made an appointment with him. She pulled the rum from her messenger bag while thinking back on the whole situation, sitting...
The spread of cookies across my long table were mouthwatering. Sugar cookies, snickerdoodles, peanut butter, gingerbread men; those were just the beginning of the orgy of deserts begging for us to begin the game. Displayed seductively upon my mahogany table, I could hear the sweets singing for owners. I forwent my chalice and spoon to grab attention and did so instead with my voice. ...
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