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Chaiu looked down with disgust at the coffee spilled all over the linoleum tiles. Her socks, once white winter stockings, were now splattered with brown, stained with her boss’s lost cappuccino. Her shoes, white loafers, would need replacing as well. She sighed, annoyed with herself. After two months of being an intern, one would think she’d have learned to carry a coffee. Her green eyes scanned the coffee shop, searching for paper...
I Miranda by Albert Zygier Sandy, a good friend of mine that works as a producer in one of the networks that I am a frequent guest on, invited me to a July 4 party in East Hampton at the home of her aunt and uncle, a mogul in the real estate business. Everybody who is anybody will be there. As it happened, I had just come back from an assignment in the Middle East, and after a few weeks t...
A woman’s husband had recently died, leaving her and their tiny baby boy in a crumbling wooden shack on a tall, grassy hill, in the shade of a twisted apple tree. The man had been cruel - a drunkard. Hard to make smile and harder to make kind. In the nights he still lived, the widow could never lie easily, for the marks of his displeasure would burn. <...
The sands of time ran through the great hourglass and creatures everywhere waited with the static of anticipation charging their souls. In the time betwixt day and night, that magical time known to some as the gloaming, a festival was beginning. Twilight descended and the first star heralded the start of the celebration. It had been a long time in the making and was eagerly awaited by the good and the bad, the ugly and the beautiful, the small and the large of the fairytale kingdom....
FIRST SIGHTBySheila Trott
I hadn’t expected the entire town to greet us when we’d arrived. I also hadn’t expected the cottage we had moved into to be so large. It sat beside the lake, its wood damp from the spray. There seemed to be no shortage of wind, a solemn cry echoing through the walls. I was pleased to find that my bedroom wasn’t the size of a closet. For some reason, the idea of no longer being in a city came with a p...
When I started my sophomore year in a new high school, I was sure it would be epically bad. Besides being the new guy in town with no friends and no social status, I also had to hide the fact that I was gay. Now, I'm not saying I had it easy back in my old neighborhood because I didn't. Being sixteen and gay is very hard and at times very scary and lonely. Especially, when you haven't come out of the closet to anyone except your two best friends who you've known since kindergarten. Around them, I could relax and act normal and not worry a...
Jenna sauntered through the leafy woods heading for the river. Summer was in early days and the warm breeze was scented with lilac blossoms. She had found a perfect path, winding through the forest filled with budding trees.Jenna and her dad had just moved into this rural town after the sudden death of her mother. She had been killed by a drunk driver last year.They had decided that a new start in a different town might be best for them.She now stood on the windy rock cliff, opening her arms to the panoramic view. Whi...
It was almost Christmas of 1993 when our son, a high-school junior, stepped through the kitchen door wearing his letter jacket which was oddly deformed over his chest.“Can we get a dog?”He didn’t wait for an answer, instead unsnapping two buttons of his coat. A tiny black face appeared, its brilliant eyes full of joy and its left ear cocked forward as if awaiting our decision. Until that very instant my response would have been an unequivocal, firm “NO!”Instead, our son saw his chance and moved that three-po...
The ballroom was huge. Hannah had never been in a ballroom before, but from all the historical romances she constantly read this was definitely bigger than she had pictured and far more elegant than her imagination could conjure up. The chandelier itself was probably bigger than her eight hundred square footage apartment! Luckily, Hannah’s half-face lace mask protected her from having to squint when she looked up to see the darn thing, there was no way her friends were going to believe how huge the hanging glass orna...
The city buzzed with the sound of cars zooming, horns honking and laughter. Music played in the distance. The stop light turned red, the signal to cross lit up. People hurried to cross the street before the light switched to green. Natalie was on her way to the office for another mundane day of crunching numbers and annoying co-workers. As she hurried she bumped into a man. "Excuse me!" he screeched as he took a double take. He knocked her purse to the ground. He paused took a glance at the crosswalk light, there w...
You don’t know me, and you never will, because I don’t know myself, and that’s what frightens us so much about life, isn’t it? That’s the reason we go to therapy or have friends, to discover ourselves. You don’t know me, and you don’t want to. Why? Because I am a boy who is silent in the halls. I am the boy who is afraid to say the wrong thing so much that I only talk when someone listens. But you know this, don’t you? You’ve spoken to me because we were babies together onc...
Many years ago, I found something out. I found out that if you put two Weetabix into a bowl in just the right way, they make a heart shape. You might think that’s daft. ‘Silly old beggar,’ you might be thinking. ‘What’s that sort of nonsense about?’ That’s the trouble with you young ones. The first thing that doesn’t fit in with how you see things and off it goes, into the bin, dismissed. But get this. This is not your story. It’s mine. Mine and hers. I’m offering you the telling of it...
Growing up I always heard the term "Love at First Sight" but I was not even thinking about "Love". They always said you don't need to look for love, it will find you....I thought that was funny, I laughed and went on playing with my friends. As I grew up, things started changing, my thinking, my body, my mind and they way I thought about things. I started noticing boys more and thinking how some of them were so cute, having these feelings that I couldn't explain. Then one day I was sitting on the front porch of my Ga...
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