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Lester was so casual standing in the middle of the Bald Crown Bridge, tying Birdy to a six-foot fence post he’d plucked from the ground using a tow chain and his 2004 Malibu Maxx. The span was still used to get rail cars across the river just like it was back in the day, there just weren’t many trains traveling through anymore, particularly not at 5:52 in the morning. His little brother Dennis watched as Lester lashed the man at the waist to the six-foot length of lumber, still attached to the bulb of concrete that had anchored it. ...
I hate you because you make fun of me “Morning Summer,” you said to me, grinning, one morning in science. I blinked as I sat down. You were talking to me? It was embarrassing that one phrase made me feel a little better about you. Maybe I had assumed wrong about you. “Morning,” I squeaked back, smiling at you. You smirked. “Late night?” you asked. I frowned a little. “Um, no.”
He was not a boy many stood around. He was an apprentice detective, who had already solved a few murder cases. Salem didn't understand why, fully, it was creepy to others. He just saved them all from a murderer, yet they find him scary as hell. He didn't understand this at all. She was a musician everyone loved to hear. A pianist with a voice of an angel. Kat had such talent that even as a little girl, adults would listen to her songs. Salem came to her show once, but not like why everyone else did. He was there to find a p...
The Blackburns are married. A job well done, I think, stirring honey into my morning cup of Earl Grey as I flip through their wedding photos. I've decided that I'm having a pleasant morning when a knock sounds on my kitchen door. It's odd - people normally knock at the front - but I brush the thought off and take my tea to the door. Perhaps another customer. I open the door.Perhaps not.On my stoop stands a peculiar-looking man. He blinks several times, opening and closing his mouth ...
Sayani looks around herself and sees she is surrounded by her friends and family, she smiles. They all look happy and content. She felt the green-eyed monster trying to make an appearance, they were all paired up with someone she felt like the eleventh wheel. She stared at her sister and her best friend, glaring at them slightly, not once have they thanked her for getting them together."Ungrateful fruits.", She thoughtShe turned to her cousin and her friend's sister, they didn't thank her eithe...
The lineup in front of Madam Xie wasn’t anything special, just a few young women and men, eager for love, and a few older stragglers, anxious for it. Over the years, she had picked up a certain perceptiveness, the ability to read the ambitions in people’s eyes and the fears etched into the lines of their face. Looking on at this group, she concluded that the boy on the left was the oldest born; he was struggling under his parent’s unrelenting expectations, and he was only ...
“Grandma how did you meet Grandpa?” Glenna smiled before answering Conner who looked up at her with his big brown eyes filled with wonder and curiosity. “It was a very long time ago, and I was very young,” she began. Conner crawled into his Grandmother’s lap and nestled in to listen to her story. As she spoke he laid his head against her shoulder, and Glenna wondered from time to time if the warm little boy had fallen asleep only to have him ask, “Then what, Grandma? Then what?”“When I was a young girl of only 16 yea...
I worry about the man who I live with. We have a close, if distant relationship. A quiet routine. Every morning we share breakfast, always the same, cheerios with milk. Every night, a microwave-dinner. Sometimes he watches television. He flips from channel to channel. News. Sometimes a sit-com. He never laughs, though.
Had I paid more attention to the main stories I would have missed the obituary. Centred and low on the page, looking as if it wanted to hide but due to the paucity of words, drawing attention to itself.THE DUCHESSmirror lanedeceasedFive words to announce the passing of a phenomenon. My breath caught like an old tin box refusing to open and I thought of Mirror Lane. Door knobs which bowed and beckoned, hissed or hid, swayed and sang. Curtains which spontaneously alternated between closed mo...
Aaron was beautiful. Women would exclaim it and then cover their mouths in embarrassment. Even some guys would tell him. They all would soon discover, this was not the best way to start a conversation with Aaron. Mesmerized by his beautiful face, women would forget to listen to him. They could not keep their side of a conversation for the distraction.He hated it. Aaron had heard the words: ‘penetrating blue eyes,’ ‘riveting,’ ‘stunning,’ ‘chiseled features’ and more, far too often. Introduce yourself with one of these cliché...
The first thing you noticed about Albert was his hair - it was thick and curly, with dark spirals popping out at every angle and it seemed to carry all the secrets of the world. It was the type of hair that begged to be caressed, and Albert was easily convinced to lay his head on your lap so that you could twirl every curl and watch them spring back into shape. Albert - sometimes Al, but never Bertie - would then close his eyes and relax his face into the smallest of smiles. Sometimes he would reach up and pull one of my curls, too, just ...
Mia and Sissyl are two sister cousins has a different character, Mia is more indifferent and cheerful but sometimes he is Introvert in school, while Sissyl is more feminine and melancholy and cheerful in school, Mia and Sisil school in different schools, Mia tends to be quiet he is not many friends in his school, while Sissil in school he is very easy to play Sisil has a lot of friends at his school, male friends or female friends Mia and Sissil likes to exchange stories, and sometimes Sisil also introduces some of his clos...
THE NICE BOY “But Ellen, he seems like such a nice boy!” I supposed that Mrs Sullivan (whom I was now allowed to call Sandra which, oddly, seemed less awkwardly intimate than the Auntie Sandra of my childhood – though of course, she was no relation at all). It would be unfair to say that she peppered her speech with the catchphrases of 70s comedians intentionally, but she would not have gone out of her way to avoid them. It would...
Life for a matchmaker isn’t easy. Your job is to make everybody else happy and not yourself. You find yourself with that internal loneliness at the end of the day when everybody goes home to a loved one. The satisfaction of making somebody else happy but the little bit of jealousy that comes from within. One day I was bored at the office reading a graphic novel when this gorgeous woman co...
Ella walked into the shabby house where the plump, smiling woman from Together for Life had directed her. This was her last chance, she thought, trying to project more confidence than she felt. Mostly she felt despair, but she knew from past experience that most men weren’t attracted to such an emotion. She had tried Match.com, eHarmony, Plenty of Fish, Tinder, OKCupid…the list of sites, from free to very pricey, seemed endless. She had used Meetup.com and other group sites to find people with similar intere...
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