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My mother almost drowned me once.
My pudgy fingers were wrapped around a sapphire, a blue glass jewel caressed to smoothness by a century of waves. I had spied it resting on a dimple in the sand. I wondered at the shard’s origin; perhaps a pirate’s goblet or the perfume bottle of an exotic, sunken princess.
The slap rang in my ear before I felt the heat spread. I raised my hand to my face, too late to shield my stinging cheek. She snatched my treasure from the sand where it had dropped and hurled it in a high a...
It is ungodly hot and Hamlet should shut up. “You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame, it’s humble, and waits upon the judgment,” overenunciates one of the actors while wildly gesticulating with a plastic human skull. The skull does not normally appear until Act 5, and Hamlet certainly is not waving it at his mother while lecturing her on how to control her sexual desires. The community theater auditions are going poorly. “Next!” “You may want to pay close at...
I’m sorry, Noah, it reads on the back of the faded postcard he holds. It’s not safe here. Go home. I’ll catch you later.
There’s no signature, not that Noah needs one. Not when he can find that familiar lopsided scrawl etched onto the left side of his soul.
Not when he already knows he’s late.
I’m sorry, Noah.
It isn’t the first time he...
They had been house hunting for a few months. Though they both agreed that they needed to move out of their apartment into a real house, they could not agree on what they wanted their house to be like.
Joline wanted an old-fashion house with wooden furniture and lacy dollies on the tables. Handmade curtains and grand staircases. When their realtor asked what she wanted for their house, she had replied by ...
It was a stupid idea. It was stupid, it was illegal, and it went against all of her principles.
“In fact,” she said as they stood outside the door, “I’ve changed my mind. You go. I’ll stay home and play video games.”
“Really?” Nick said. “You’re ditching me here?”
“Well, yeah. Th...
I hated blind dates. Mostly because of how ironic it was. But here I was, sitting at a table, waiting for someone named Joseph. I felt a tremor at my feet and I felt Molly sit up and lay her head in my lap. I started petting her head, my fingers grazing the labeled vest she always had to wear. Molly could always tell when I was stressing out, and I certainly was at the moment.
I blamed Lauren for this. She love...
The morning was crisp and clean but smelled like sandy floors and clogged up anger. Kaitlyn sat with her arms around her knees, chin buried in her purple skirt. The ocean gasped and shuddered, steps from their front stoop, but she did not look at it. Her hair was pinned back in a loose braid, trailing sleepily down her rounded back, and her eyes were rimmed with hatred-colored red.
News At Noon
By Perry Terrell
Chucky Granger’s mom and dad won enough money at the Golden Strike Casino to buy a house in the suburbs. It wasn’t the finest house out there, but it was a thousand percent better than the three room apartment they were living in on Mission Street in the city.
They moved next doo...
“NO, PLEASE STOP!”
Several hours before the incident
“Hey, Nancy!” I turned around to see Gerald walking towards me.
“Hey, Gerald! What’s up?”
“Peter and Quinn say we’ll arrive at Plutarius in 10 minutes”
When he stands next to me he looks out the same small window I’m looking at and
Says,” Beautiful isn’t it?”
“It sure is!”
We’re both looking ou...
I tap my foot awkwardly, shifting my eyes around the dimly lit elevator, and try to ignore the painful silence that lingers between me and the other passenger. Just two more floors til floor five. She’s getting off there too, but most likely heading in a different direction. Just a few more seconds to go, and then this cringeworthy silence will end, and you can get in your car and leave the parking garage and go home.
The ticking of the clock on the wall to the left of me was almost deafening. So many thoughts raced through my head as I waited for my sister to come back to her office. Lydia said this guy was nice and very charming, but what did she know? According to her, Lydia’s only worked with this guy for a little over a month. Not to mention, she’d been out of the dating game for far too long to know how everything worked. I...
Cavus:A hollow, irregular depression.°°°PARKER FOLLOWS ME out of the house, so I try to hide from him. I can't look at him. Not with swollen lips. Not with glazed eyes. Not like this. I walk to the side of the house, where it’s darker; none of the lights seem to reach here. Swinging open a gate, I hear as it creaks behind me and I continue to wander further into the backyard. I’m sure that Parker will find me because I only have a head st...
A naughty boy was set on a mission to turn off all the city lights. He was fearless and ready to show Xavier’s civilians that he wasn’t afraid to do the worst. On the planet he was born on, there was no sun. The only power source was from electricity invented by scientists. The civilians were careless and badly took advantage of the source they were given. With electricity invented, people harmed the environment and animals declining in biodiversity. But no one cared. After all, the only thing that mattered was humanity. Ever since the bo...
Melissa Carala waited at the bar, swirling her olives in her martini. It had come from someone at the edge of the bar. Somebody looking for something they couldn’t have. She leaned forward putting her forearms on the wood. It was sticky. She sensed the men's eyes on her. The fat biker making fist-pumping gestures near his genitals and getting a laugh from his sweaty friends who were standing around the pool table, leaning drunk against their cues. It had not been more than twenty minutes and she had already been hit on three times. Wh...
Tasha turned around in her beautician’s chair. “Girl I don’t know what K.K was trying to prove. I knew that was a front laced wig. Yaaas honey. That was not her hair, but it was cute though. You know she claims her grandfather is Native American.” She adjusted her long, black curly extensions. Smiling with satisfaction, she carefully reached her red, stiletto nails into her wallet, and pulled out some money to give it he...
Ma leans over the table, ferociously brushing away pieces of rice cake that are stubbornly stuck in my hair as they are wont to do with my wild curls. “Mmhm! Momma!” I whine, dodging her hands as I attempt to finish my cake. But she’s dropped her phone, and she has that look in her eye as she scrutinizes my face, then outfit, finding the flaws only mothers can see. “I didn’t eat anything this morning, and I’m not even going to finish these now! Mom!” She ignores me. “I’m surprised you didn’t eat, sinc...
When I heard the window open I swiveled around, and Ashley’s green eyes were staring back at me, floating in the ether.
Her face was almost pressed against the screen, lips curled in a playful smile. “Hi, Khal,” she said, even though her voice came muffled from the night outside.
I got up and walked over to the window, opening it, my face now inches from hers. But the screen stayed between us, pixelating he...
Florida was hot in the summers and full of people in the spring, so it made sense that I chose to go there alone in December. I didn't want to wait too long, so I marked my calendar for the first year I could go. 1994, the year of hopes and dreams. 1994, the year that I got stuck in the airport on Christmas Eve. It sounded like a disaster.
Before Christmas Eve of 1994, I truly wouldn't have wanted to be alone with...
Jacqueline walked the long hall along the cubicles, checking to see who had stayed late. It looked like she’d been the only one with a project so pressing she’d gone on long past dinner time. She’d barely noticed the sun setting in brilliant golden hues outside her window on the forty first floor of the sleek office tower. She’d seen them reflected often enough, as she drove home, but not today. Not a single employee left to share her lonely ride down to the parking garage. The crack of thunder b...
This is all my fault. This is happening all because of me. A person is going to die because I ignored the facts that warned me to stop this from continuing any further; to stop this before it was too late.It all started with that stupid pink dress. Fashioned from the finest silk in the kingdom, and sporting the perfect combination of ruffles and simplicity, it made me come across as too elegant--as too refined--for a woman my age. Mother always taught me that every female with a crown on her head should be the perfect pi...
In my opinion, an elevator coming to a halt is one of the biggest clichés. Especially when it goes like this: two strangers in an elevator, and it abruptly stops. Lights flicker and then fizzle out, and strangers continue to sit in silence until one of them breaks it because the other is clearly having a panic attack of some sort (usually due to claustrophobia). Then, during the time they are locked in an elevator...
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