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The click of the lock and the creek of the door as it gingerly swings inward, leaves the faintest trace of a smile on Arthur Maude’s weathery face. Arthur is sixty four years old, and has loved many things in his life. From things as simple as food or books, to things of greater consequence… Like money, or women. Though there has been one love, above all the others…
The room smells like old books and hea...
The frustration took hold of me, tensing up my whole body, so to shake it off I had to get outside. I grabbed my hat and my house key, checked my beard in the hall mirror, noticed my bloodshot eyes, took off down the front walk, and promptly forgot if I had locked the door or not. So, I trotted back up the walk and up the porch steps to check. I had. This was another point of proof that I needed to clear my head.
"So in your story I die?"The voice blew softly over my neck and I turned in my chair. James straightened up from where he had been leaning over my chair to read over my shoulder as I wrote. I pulled the final page carefully from the typewriter so as not to smudge the fresh ink with my fingers. The morning sun streaming in through the bay windows of the small study curled in his hair, his pink suit blended in with the morning sky, molding him into the apparition of a young god, a young Zephiros. He smiled at me, that more...
Treanna and Zelman Ostermann were an average couple of middle-aged empty nesters. With their children Sandra and Kurt living their own lives far away from their old home town, the Ostermanns had settled into a quiet, casual existence.A once fiery passion had succumbed to a comfortable love. Zelman had what amounted to tenure at the high school were he taught, and Treanna had always maintained part time employment at the local library.She had always loved books and stories, so Zelman was not surprised wh...
The snow drifted almost as if in slow motion around his face."A book?"He repeated the word."You're writing a book?"He kept saying it as if it was something momentous. Maybe it was."Yeah... I've rewritten the first chapter about a half a dozen times."He laughed softly. A gentle, endearing laugh."It's been my baby all through high school. Now, I'm just trying to find an ending."The night seemed to be closing in around them as they sat on a stone ledge overlooking a frozen fountain. She...
He had grown weary of late winter, that time when a dirty crust of snow still covered last year’s garden and the early robins fought over worms, rising from secret hibernation to turn the earth. The pale sun peeked through the trees, barely warm enough to turn the dusting of snow on the juniper tree to little icicles, cascading down the twisted branches. The wind blew against a branch and with a tinkling sound, the icicles broke free and tumbled to the ground, shattered like so many dreams.Snowshoe rabbit tracks bounded thro...
The last line we wrote together was utter horseshit but I can’t bring myself to delete it.
The stars shone forth from his eyes like lasers.
I stare at the horizontal blinking line for so long that the screen saver comes on but I still can’t hit the delete button.
Drivel. Meaningless drivel. Worse, I can’t remember how serious it had been, either. Had we known ho...
We are silent,We are still.We sit alone.Quietly.Unmoving.Unblinking.UnthinkingWe are asleep.We are dead.No.They are silent,They are still.They sit alone.Quietly.Unmoving.Unblinking.UnthinkingThey are asleep....
Jennifer stared at Brad defiantly. “It’s not your baby! That’s why I’m walking away from you forever!”
He gazed at her in bewilderment, wondering how the mouth that said she loved him only a few short weeks ago could now be framing words as devastating as this. Then, before his mind could register what his body was doing, Brad’s hand punched the wall behind Jennifer’s head.
No! That bit...
Unbeknownst to the owners of the home, wine had been secretly slipped into their mailbox. Eugene had done it in one graceful motion, sliding the dark glass right next to the newspapers. He smirked. When alcohol was scarce, knowing that you had a bit of it for yourself was always a good moment. Eugene skipped up to Mr.Haskel, who was already knocking on the door in a somewhat drunken motion. Haskel wore wine stained suspenders buttoned to voluminous trousers, he had the air of a man who lived large and liked ...
“But it’s so soon. I thought we would have the whole summer at the least.” Cillian paced up and down the room, stopping briefly to light a cigarette held between two shaking fingers. He took an exaggerated drag, inhaling the smoke into his bones. “It’s a surprise to me as well, darling.” Emily tried to focus her attention on the warm sensation of the water or the sudsy sliding sound of the sponge while she cleaned the dishes. “Damn fool’s errand,” he mumbled, the rolled tob...
The chance of you breaking up with me right now is 19.67%.That’s lower than the chance of a long-distance relationship failing but higher than the chance of rolling doubles on two dice.We stand around awkwardly. This is the last time I’ll see you for an undetermined amount of time, as if you’re just another high school friend that I lost touch with after graduation. We spent the whole day together but now that you’re leaving, all I can think of are questions, not goodbyes. In some ways...
Jared hangs his head. “I’m the culprit.” I twitch uncomfortably, the horrifying realization ripping everything away. Life drains from my features as I collapse onto the dorm room cushions. I can’t do this. I can’t be his fallback every time something goes wrong. Bubbles of terror pop and twist like my insides are stirring in a boiling pot. He’s had a knack for getting in trouble, but never like this. Tight nauseating tendrils coil around my stomach, clenching my middle like a vise. “Anya, please, listen...
People in brightly colored jumpsuits bustled around us, loud voices echoing off the spaceport’s metal walls, as we stood in silence, foreheads pressed together. I held him as long as I could until the blaring voice announcing the last call for his flight tore us apart. His hand slid from mine as he reluctantly moved toward the gate, but he stopped halfway, turning back to me. &nb...
“I’ve always wanted to be a pilot.” “Really?” Judah and Katie lay in the grass in front of Judah’s house. Both had been best friends for as long as either could remember, and grew closer each year they spent together. “Yeah, it’s just always interested me. The mechanics, the different types of planes, helping people, everything. My grandfather was a pilot at some point too, y’know. I think that’s also where I get that from.” “And so the models in your room, they’re not just from some bygone phase like hor...
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