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My nose presses up against the dusty blinds as Peyton’s truck pulls into the driveway. Breath catches in the back of my throat and my heart leaps. I pinch my thigh. No.
I make my way to the front door, grabbing a wad of cash from the countertop on my way out. The sun beats down and I choke on hot dusty air. The exhaust of her truck only makes it harder to breathe.
When I reach the truck, I open...
Eyeless immortals gathered around Sir Danielle Longbow in their great library miles beneath the surface of the world.
“I know you know something. Tell me. I need to understand.” Danielle begged the uamhith librarians whose heads were twitching in the silent conversation of telepathy.
“You are lucky again, Danielle, for many reasons.” Quick Foot, a young uamh...
The screen dims as the credits roll down the screen. I try to turn my head without being obvious, but I can’t see her in the dark anyway. I tap my leg impatiently, waiting for the lights to come back on.
“What did you think of the movie?” I hear her ask softly. I turn to face her in the dark, wishing I could make out more than a few shadows of her face. I’m not even sure if she’s looking back.
I waited for the lights to startle us back into harsh reality, and for Avery to wake back up. The movie couldn’t have been that boring to her, could it?***The popcorn was too salty, but I wasn't going to say anything. I was finally on a date, and I would probably eat a frog if she told me to, to be honest. Ah, to be 15, and on your first secret date with a girl.My mind faltered at the thought of my family laying out their church clothes for tomorrow morning, and leaving my dress blatantly hung in the closet. Isolated....
Another group exercise to help build moral like they actually care about us and the hours as put in, good grief . I hope they’re going to at least feed us this time I mean mandatory overtime and request for the need or urgency would be much more fueled off free lunch . As I grabbed my chair to take to the meeting room , I noticed a new face in the break room. Now typically fishing from the company dock has been a moral ...
Love crept in through the window silent and unannounced, like a mouse tip-toeing its way along the shadows of a dimly lit room. Or at least, that was the effect that she had been aiming for. What happened instead was a clumsy maneuver that involved stumbling over the roughly hewn wooden sill and landing on the floor of the treehouse in a crumpled heap. That was the way she made her entrances— it was the same way she had entered my life and it was the same way she greeted me everyday— stumbling, and messy, and beauti...
India looked around the dressing room and chuckled lightly to herself. Canada looked like she was about to excuse herself to pass out in the back room, and Japan clearly didn’t know how to breath beneath that corset. She took a moment to pat down her saree, the orange and yellow fabric smoothening out beneath her as she traced her hands against the fine silk. India knew she was a fierce contender for Ms. World, ...
‘Repeat after me.’
The flashlight of your cousin’s cheap camera blinds me for a moment as we stand in front of the registrar. I’ve asked you to tell your guests not to get in our photographer’s way and spare us their underexposed and unflattering excuses of photos, but I guess, they didn’t get the memo. Despite my annoyance, for a split second I relish in the world’s disappearance into the white light...
Ah yes, 5:00pm on Friday, that magic hour where I am set loose from the metaphorical cage that is my office at the NYC DOE and set free to roam once more. The last 30 minutes of my day always seem to drag. I have picked up the bad habit of boredom scrolling Instagram. My Instagram discovery today was that my ex girlfriend Maddie had gone and gotten engaged. She was now engaged to the ...
“Damn, there is no way she can make that.” The boy said looking up at her on the stairway landing, the light from the 2nd floor window vibrating around her. Dense bass and drums with screaming vocals was pouring out of someone’s device, adding to the chaos of the high school lunch period.
Tali held her board by the truck, it dangled next to her long baggy canvas pants while she looked down the stairs str...
MOLLY AND EMILY
This was the summer of their sixteenth year for Molly and her best friend Emily, and it was going to be special. They were going to summer camp. Molly was so excited with anticipation that she had butterflies in her stomach and was sick almost every day anxious for their departure date arrive on August 12th. A charter bus would take their girl scout troop from Nucl...
To Lupita Smith the smell of a library was heaven. To Sir Danielle Longbow it was a sharp reminder that she’d spent most of her life illiterate. It was also a reminder that she sneezed in dusty places. “Welcome to my humble commode,” said Carl Northman brightly, arms spread with a book in one. “No, wait. Wrong word.” He flipped the book open again. “Abode. My humble abode.” He frowned. &nbsp...
Sir Danielle Longbow woke tired, sweaty, and dehydrated. Her smile stretched from ear to ear as she looked at Lupita Smith asleep next to her. Months and an ocean apart had been tortuous. To make up for it they had kissed until they were screaming with ecstasy. Neither had stopped until their bodies betrayed them with unconsciousness.
Kissing the soft brown skin of Lupita’s chest Danielle waited for he...
The air was reminiscent of summer nights, an undercurrent of buzzing that shook the creaky boards and a thin veil of heat, with the exception of their nuance. The buzzing was not a rhythm that subtly weaved into the chaos heat had invited, but instead an absolutely distasteful sound that had violated her ears. It fluctuated in volume and pitch so often, setting her heart into a nervous melody. On the other hand, the heat felt more like an itchy blanket, and coupled with the moisture that hung in the air, it felt more like a moc...
I remember the first time we met. Do you? I went to pick you up at the airport. It took a while for you to get your luggage and walk to the concourse, but I saw you from across the room as soon as you walked in. You were holding the stuffed animal I bought you and your favorite pillow. When you saw me, you tensed up. I couldn’t tell what you were thinking, because you were just shaking your head and hiding your face. The...
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