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A Greasy Spoon Interlude
Georgia tucked into her mixed grill with gusto; I had always envied her appetite. It was mid-July and hot as hell. The diner was by the roadside of interstate 55, a lot of miles from everywhere. I had met Georgia in college, where she was taking a master’s in veterinary studies, and I was majoring in biology. I loved her from the mo...
TW: murder“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, extending my arm. “I don’t deserve you.” Her delicate blue eyes grew wider in the moonlight. You could spot every star inside of them.“Don’t say that, babe,” Grace implored. She laced her fingers with mine. They were barely poking out of her grey sweater. She was always so cold. “What we have… it’s wonderful. Real. You’re everything.”The fire crackled in the background as crickets sounded off, maybe cicadas. They were undoubtedly nestled in the pine trees that c...
I am a sidekick. I am not the main event, nor am I very skilled in combat. I am there for support, and most of the time I just stand on the sidelines watching. Sometimes I even cheer. I get caught up in the moment, you know? And support is important, as heroes are very fragile, like children. They are very strong children, but they need to be praised and pushed all the time. Most of them couldn’t do it on their...
Aranya is lying on the grass, alone and tired from running. She looks different, bleached hair spreading like a shield. I almost can't recognize her with her eyes closed, forest green orbs hidden behind soft lashes.
Then you find her.
She tells you to go away, but you don't. Putting your guitar down first, you lie beside her and tell her that she is crying like it is the simple...
Quick warning: a tiny bit of homophobiaTravis gave the grumbling barista a small smile as he picked up his coffee, though he only received a dismissive wave in response.He didn’t take it personally. Maybe she was just having a bad start to her day.Her name tag red ‘Amy’. Simple enough to remember, though not many people looked. Who really cared about the name of the person who prepared their coffee?As he wasn’t in a rush, Travis sauntered over to the nearest free table, a small 2 person table situated in the mi...
Thursday, April 21, 1:05 p.m.Throughout our whole friendship, Bella has always wanted to be an actress. Every Saturday she made me be her love interest and run lines for plays she wasn’t even going to audition for. So watching her on that stage right now auditioning for the lead in “Romeo and Juliet” is making me the proudest best friend in all of South Carolina. All of her hard work is paying off at this moment, whether she gets the part or not.In my position in the auditorium, I can’t...
When they put the crowns on our heads, they said I would live through you. Even though the Stillness had killed my mind’s connection to my body, leaving me silent and paralyzed in my quarantine room, it didn’t have to kill my connection with my twin. The mechanical crowns would sustain it.
My eyes were blind, but I’d see what you saw. My body was numb, but I’d feel through your skin. I’d smell through you...
“Are you coming tonight?”
I paused, my back facing the speaker. By the voice, I knew it was my mother.
I returned the book I was holding to its shelf. “Of course. Where else would I be on a Saturday night?”
“Well you better hurry and get ready. I’m heading over now, be there before seven.”
“I will.” I said, turning my head to face her.
She opened the door, and paused in the thresho...
Alex Envers blinked. She blinked again. Who was that figure standing above her? “Ahhh!” she shouted, sitting up in bed abruptly, almost whacking her head on the mysterious person above her, but they moved first. “Sorry!” the mystery person exclaimed. “Your moms said I could come on up. They thought that you would be awake already.” “Okay, but I wasn’t, so you should’ve left! Not wake me up!” Alex told Eva, who was her best friend. “Alright, okay, I...
"Are you coming tonight?"
"Yeah babe, of course I'm coming! I'm so excited to see you!"
"I'll meet you at the airport, are you okay if we drive straight from there?"
"Yes, of course, I'll be fine. I'll see you soon okay, we're landing in a few minutes."
I blew her a kiss and ended the video call. This was going to be stressful. My girlfriend – who had been studying in England when the pandemi...
The attic is cold. The kind of cold that lingers in your bones long after. The crack lines in the window taunt the thought of shattered glass on the ground. One harsh sweep of wind and the whole pane would fall, broken pieces digging into molding wood. Yet the windows are old and have lived through many bitter storms. The wind won’t break what’s been there forever. The rain dances on the roof somehow making the world se...
The new subdivisions had been assigned different individual colours. There was the blue, green, red, yellow, orange, purple, pink and violet neighbourhoods. It was a very interesting idea.
They were dubbed a certain colour because they featured the many shades of that individual tint. For example, the Blue Neighbourhood boasted houses that were cyan, steel, sky, electric, teal, pigeon and azu...
Clear water. The laughing hills. Not literally but almost there.
Mummy’s and daddy’s mansion at the foot of the hills. The small balcony to the west. Facing a small lake that had no fish. Not a single one. What a wasteland of water if there’s anything like that.
My huge room. The ugly expensive chandelier hanging solemnly on the gold painted ceiling. The huge lifeless window. I stood there...
Abigail started the day the same way she always did. She got out of bed, right foot first, and went immediately over to the window-sill. Each day she would look out over the neighbourhood. Usually, afterwards, she would walk over to her mirror, brush her hair, before tying it back into a tight, slick ponytail in an effort to look professional for her job as a receptionist in the local, failing, l...
They keep telling me she isn’t real. My husband, my kids, the doctors. Especially the doctors. They keep telling me she isn’t real. But she’s all I see. She’s more real than the people here, than my own breath, than my existence. I lost her, but she never left. And if she isn’t all the places I never made it to, then she’s all of the paths that were taken from me when she went away.
It’s been 6 years, 5 m...
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