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"I'm non-binary, I own ten cats, and my favourite pastime is making fossils of mythical creatures out of animal bones."Jace stared at the person before him, unsure how to respond. He was beginning to regret letting his sister coerce him into coming. He shifted slightly in his booth, straightening his cuffs and tie. "Uh...."The person across from him (they hadn't given a name) pushed a curl of their luxurious, lime hair out of their eyes. One side of their head, Jace now perceived, was shaved short, so c...
I often recall different moments of our friendship together. It just is something that is my go to topic to think about when I am busy wandering the empty parts of my neighborhood. Todays story I thought about was when we decided it would be quite funny to pull our long black hair in front of our faces and hide behind doors to scare people. That was a funny day. Thinking about more calamities that were caused by us, I realized that it was getting very late. The sky turned into a dark deep shade of purple while the north star was b...
Though we walk and stare at the moon,While the crickets and toads start to croon,I think it much to soon,To say something likeI love you. Though we’ve been here for ages,And of our story we’ve flipped the pages,I’d bet all my wages,That you’d say something likeI love you.We’ve walked and talked And giggled and smiledTalked of the names we could name a childIf the night went too longAnd we found our...
“You—what?”Quentin sighed and readjusted his grip on the tree branch. “For the last time, I found a giant stone fox statue in the crawlspace behind my closet and I don’t know how to get it out on my own and I can’t fall asleep with it there because there’s a hole in my closet from that time that we locked Quade in there back in seventh grade.”“So? There’s still a door for the crawlspace, right? Ergo, no problem,” Alexander slurred. He rubbed his eyes and looked up to where the stars would be if it wasn’t for all the light po...
It started out between my fingers.I was down by the brook, swimming naked, because the bruises on my bones sang softer on water than land. I liked to swim. I liked the wet, so I didn’t think much of the moisture under my nails as I tugged on my shift. My toes squished in mud all the way up to the pens, so how was I to know that a thin, tender web of my own skin had sewed them together?There was already a bucket full of milk by the cow’s pen, and an empty milking stool by the cow. I jumped over the fence and untie...
“Hey, Enax, wake up!” Enax groaned and threw wrapped his paw over his head as a paw jabbed him in the side again. Finally, he sat up and snapped at the white-furred wolf. “I’m UP, Marshall.” “Yeah, now you are,” Marshall snarled at him. “Come on, we have to get up. Salem wants you on patrol with me and Jakon.” Enax stood up and stretched, then shook out his dark gray fur. He was a handsome wolf- electric blue eyes, two red triangles under each of his eyes, long claws, and a white tail tip. He was a memb...
Dorothy Moon. That was her name. He liked how it sounded on his tongue and how the o’s made him think whoa. His first reaction to an arranged marriage was ughh, but once he heard that name it was like it was meant to be. Of course he never met her before, but yet it felt like he knew her. His dad has told him many things. First thing she had red hair and green eyes, second she was part of the cheerleading squad. Dorothy Moon. His … forever ….. always. Although he didn’t know how she looked and was...
We sit side by side, not holding hands, but not not holding them either. It was that awkward stage in our relationship where actions were tacit, but still primitive enough to be carried out with extreme caution. God forbid one party made the wrong move, and everything ended as quickly as it had begun.So we sit, our hands slightly touching, one brushing the top of the other. Enough to create sparks, but not entirely enough to trigger a full-fledged hormonal awakening. Eesha's eyes flit to our hands, barely illuminated by ...
“You want me to murder you.”He stood facing the wall, staring at a photograph of her in a sunflower field.“Appreciate it!” she joked. “It’s not every day I ditch my common sense and wear a fancy dress just so you can stage a few pictures to post on Instagram. I even smeared on lipstick, for God’s sake.” He turned her shoulders to face the camera. “I’m not sharing these to Instagram,” he replied. “They’re for me to hang up at home.” “That’s even w...
Ever since the dawn of her memories, Persephone had been counting the long days until she could go back to her home. It never seemed like enough when she was underground, as snow and wind raged above; when she was warm in Hades’ arms. Her mother, Demeter, openly disapproved of Hades, and so her months with always felt stolen, never enough. Still, Persephone had long since accepted her mother’s hatred for her husband, that was as undying as all of them in Olympus. Persephone could feel the days getting shorter, along...
Nara left her phone downstairs. She couldn't believe it. She had actually forgotten to take her phone upstairs with her when she went to sleep in her bedroom. There was nothing wrong with this. She was tired and she did need that sleep. The phone wasn't even important to her; countless times she had found herself becoming bored of it. There was just one tiny problem. She would use it to stop herself from going to sleep and stay up all night. Of course, this was wro...
Disclaimer: - This is the first Romance story/novel I've ever tried to write.It was back to reality. Alarms going off. Working all day. Ready meals for dinner and Bed. The sound of Alexa stroked Martins ear as the morning awakened. It was the beginning of the first day back to work after the summer break and just to make it clear, Martin is not a morning person! If money got handed to Alexa about hearing the word snooze, she would earn thousands just on morning alarms. After arou...
I’m dying. I’ve been aware of it for a while, of course, in an abstract sort of way. The weight dropping off my body, the fatigue settling into my bones, the feeling like all the power and strength I’ve accrued in ninety-six years is slowly seeping out of me. I’ve known since the chemo stopped that I won’t leave this year alive. But I’m feeling it now in a different way. Death as something concrete, as something personal, has crept up upon me. Now I know it in some deep cavity below my wisping lungs. Ananya, ...
I heard your voice on the phone, a slight Southern twang. Sometimes, I wasn’t sure if this was genuine or manufactured. “How ya been?” “Fine,” I lied. “You?” “Oh I’ve been fine. I’m comin’ over to Arkansas tomorrow. Just passin’ through. Did ya’ wanna grab some dinner?” “Sure,” I said, the words escaping from my mouth before I could stop them. “Great. See ya at seven,” Tim said. Tim’s eyes were deep brown. I though...
Tipping the contents of his bag gently, the 53 year-old boy disappointingly dumped the rest of his stale bread into the pond. The ducks had avoided him almost purposefully. Or so he thought. Looking in their direction, he noticed for the first time a single-file line of ducklings mimicking every move their mother made. He scoffed internally at himself. How could he miss such a pleasant sight? Spitting on the ground, he wondered why the sight did not fill him with pleasantness at all.Standing and shaking his head at the n...
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