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When Jason turns twenty years old, he goes to his best friend’s New Year’s Eve party. He does that every year without fail, but this year, Jason has a new best friend, and so the party takes place in a different house, with different guests. That’s how he gets to meet Eva.Between them, it’s love at first sight. He sees her, she sees him, and they both instantly decide that they like one another. Jason is wearing a white T-shirt and a green cap – backwards, obviously – and Eva has chosen a green dress and a white scrunchy, which pro...
Auld Lang SyneHave you ever had that feeling when you’ve met a random person that you could become the best of friends if circumstances were different? What causes people to not go through with pursuing a relationship in these cases? Is it due to shyness or inconvenience? Is it because it is better that the person remains a good memory of an illusion instead of unveiling the real person? Relationships take work and people, even good people, are complicated and chaotic. I keep asking myself these q...
The room is hot and crowded with far too many people, some of whom she knows but mostly strangers – friends of Beth’s from university. Alice takes another sip from the glass that was thrust into her hand when she arrived ten minutes ago, wondering why she is here instead of celebrating the new year – the new millennium – with her family. “Because Beth’s your best friend,” she whispers to herself. “Always has been.” But she knows that’s not true anymore: the confident girl who’s knocking back shots almost as fast as a comedi...
“Have any of those apples left? The big yellow ones?” The young man across the counter opens his mouth to answer, but is cut short by the darting of the woman's eyes. The circles of foggy green springboard and ricochet off the walls of the farmer’s market, as if chasing a particularly petulant fly. The cashier’s gaze follows. Her finger thrusts past his cheek, yanking h...
Natalie ran her fingers over the front of the expensive and neatly-folded cashmere sweater. She felt sentimental, to be sure, but the feel of the gray v-neck transported her back to one of her earliest dates with Germaine. It had been the first snowfall of that winter, unspoiled and picturesque in the street lights. The half-melt of the next morning would snatch it up in tire treads and slosh it about as dismal gray city sludge dur...
I wake up to darkness. My big bed I find empty and cold. It takes me a minute for the bliss of forgetting to fade, but I then I remember. I remember everything. The ache in my chest settles in, sinking into every nerve, every muscle, until my whole body groans with the weight of heartbreak. Every morning it’s the same. Forgetting. Remembering. And the throbbing pain. I don’t know if its too...
The door to the gallery opened to a friendly chime. Martin stepped in the little entrance and peered around from the safety of the doorway. The gallery was new; he had not been here before. It was always strange going to a new place like this. He always felt he would be asked questions he had no idea how to answer. He was comfortable in stadiums and gymnasiums; Cheryl was always the explorer of small downtown stores.
Jacob sighed; he was struggling to find the perfect birthday gift for his wife. It wasn’t helping that his 8-year-old twin daughters were helping him shop. With his mother-in-law’s sudden illness he had to bring both the twin with him because his wife wanted to take care of her mother. It had been a hard year for his wife. First her father past without warning and she lost her dream job as the top writer for the city’s newspaper. Now eight month lat...
I push aside the curtain, the steam from the shower instantly sinking in the cold bathroom like some sci-fi cryogenic pod had opened in the tub. Get some green lights in here, and maybe some holographic nylon clothes for me and this would be a perfect set for a supernatural skincare commercial. I scribble the additions on a 4 by 6 card crammed with ink. Two more items Christmas-listed. I ...
My eyes were just starting to close when the familiar shop bell clanged. Reluctantly, I sat upright, rubbed the sleep from eyes, pushed my glasses up my nose, and tactfully shoved the paper I’d been drooling on underneath the growing pile on my desk. Behind the tall rows of books I could hear the customer step and pause, step and pause. I smiled to myself, knowing the person was definitely an adamant reader. Another couple steps and a pause. From the creak in the floor I could tell they were just at the end of the shelf. One more step and...
The Perfect Gift Christmas is my favorite time of the year. It’s a magical time filled with love, laughter, hugs, gifts and most of all SNOW! My least favorite thing about Christmas is the gift shopping because finding the perfect gifts for your loves one can be challenging. We all want our loved ones to tear open their present and see the look of excitement and pure joy when they open their gift. We never want to see a disappointed frown or disinterested look when they see their gift. That’s why ...
5:45 AMThe menacing gaze of the soccer mom is making me oddly uncomfortable. For the life of me, I cannot fathom how she can be upset with me. I mean, she cut me off and stole my parking spot. It isn't my fault that I laughed at her as she made a full sprint to the store entrance. Judging by her scowl, she didn't find it as funny as I did. Either way, she wins. She is first in line after all.6:00 AM"She must be special." The sweet old lady behind me stated."I'm sorry…" I responded"Child, there...
What a wreck, Christmas shopping. It seemed in the moment that I begin my trek for picking the perfect gift from the shelves of a local retailer I forget everything I know about every person I’ve ever met. But here I was, scanning the aisles for what I know will match their wishes. So was everybody else, unfortunately. You can never describe the look of a Christmas shopper until you look one in the eye in the invasively cramped space in the aisle of a local Target. There is a mania to it, a wild-eyed panic that spreads across the cou...
This story is dedicated to the author's beloved, handsome long hairedpussy-cat, Tommy Fluffy-Ruffles, (who can't hunt) and also dedicated to anyone that loves cats. My name is Tom, although my owner calls me Sir Tommy Fluffy-Ruffles. My owner’s name is Alice, and she could not decide between calling me Tommy and Sir Fluffy-Ruffles, so she asked her boyfriend who ...
Sharavanan asked his wife, Krithika, what she would like to have for their first wedding anniversary, falling due shortly. She, thrilled by the offer, expressed her desire to go to Hongkong, now in China and a part of China. He surfed the net for flight tickets, hotel and other arrangements. So sad! He was advised not to go there, as the beautiful city was now under turmoil and was facing terrible violence due to local issues. It would take quite sometime for the city to come to normal terms. He asked Krithika, ‘Then what next?’ She too w...
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