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“Are you coming tonight?”
“Tonight? What’s happening tonight?”
“How can you ask that? The Ffiti-fest!”
“Well, how can you ask that? Of course, I’m coming. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“I heard Officer O’Connor is going to be on the prowl.”
“No matter. He never catches me.”
“You always say that but he ...
Gabriel let out an exaggerated sigh and relaxed his posture. After a twelve-hour shift he was finally home. “hey, you” he said to the yellow cat snuggled up on the couch. Good thing his mom wasn’t home or she would have thrown both of them out for getting hair on the couch. And believe him the last thing you want to do is mess with a Mexican mom and her couch. He picked the cat up and snuggled her against his chest ”I'm...
“You know, Cecilia. Loneliness is just as dangerous as smoking. As SMOKING. Just imagine it now, your heart is deteriorating and you don’t even get the benefit of the nicotine buzz,” her mother paused for dramatic effect, which Cecilia filled with a deep sigh.
Cecilia wasn’t lonely. She just liked being at home. After all, her home was perfectly comfortable, thank you very much.
“Mom,” she said...
It all started with a bang. Well, two bangs, to be exact. I was putting the finishing touches on my moustache maintenance when I heard a third bang. I shouldn't keep her waiting.
I sprayed the only cologne in my medicine cabinet in front of me and walked through it. I saw a guy in a movie do that once, so it must be right. I gave myself a final look in the mirror, inhaled deep, and heard a fourth bang.
Johnny ‘The Voice’ Best was one of the funniest guys on the planet. He had his own TV show at one time. He had his own online blog. His tours were sold out and his recordings all went triple platinum. He was extremely popular and on top of the world.
He had legions of fans, but probably none more devoted than Helen Trout. She was a introvert, always shunning the limelight and happy to be lost...
Are you coming tonight?This phrase was repeated thousands of times and was written everyday in the chat between two computers, both located in empty rooms in opposite cities of the globe. Every time the question was answered almost immediately:Of course, I will be with you tonight!Those messages were only discovered a decade after the pandemic had started. Found only after the governments of each country allowed people to go outside again after millions of persons had been mandatoril...
Whenever people used to say that opposites attract, I used to scoff at them. Maybe not actually scoff but definitely an eye roll or something. I used to think that only applied to magnets and cheesy romance movies with obvious plotlines. I could never see how anyone, let alone me, a quiet person with practically zero people skills, could get on with someone they had nothing in common with. Until, that is, I found her, my...
“I mean it Caroline. Ethan is not a good guy.” “What do you mean not a good guy?” “I mean I know his type. A low life, guitar playing, marijuana hippie.” “Marijuana hippie?” “Well not hippie like 70’s Californian hippie but hippie like smells like green.”Caroline glanced across the hall, at the stallion himself. A 17 year boy with dark hair and blazing, smoking eyes. His features were sharp and reminiscent of James Dean. He wasn’t the most buff looking guy but he had muscles...
Are you coming home tonight? She would pass right in front of me, without even listening my words. Her words, a castle of cards. She’d say that she’s sorry, but then doesn’t even want to stop and talk. To not mention when she said that she fully devoted her life for me. A perfect Geisha full of lies. That’s her play: construct castles of illusions, sing her victim songs, enchant her prey...
Clark eyed Jolie's dirty blond head from under his overgrown fringe as he sucked on the cornflakes, quickly looking down at the bits and pieces floating around in the milk as she turned to look at him over his shoulder.
"Whadduya think, Gable?" She said.
He jerked his chewing mouth outward to show her he couldn't reply right away, receiving an eye roll in turn. He thought long and hard abo...
Matilda was always the life of the party. She would be dancing and carrying on well past midnight, still having fun with the lampshade on her head, while Joe would have gone to bed around nine, maybe nine-thirty, ten the latest.
When they went to the beach, she wanted to have sand castle contests with the rest of the beach people. She chased the little kids around playing in the water with them...
The clock on the wall shows five minutes past seven. Too early to think about the fact that he may be stood up, but he can’t avoid the thought. Trying to distract himself he looks up the last chat he had with Fabienne, and nervously double-checks the date and time they agreed on, concluding he’s just on time.
The contact picture shows them both the night they met, leaning their heads together, huge smiles on ea...
"Are you coming tonight?" Nova shouted across the hall while walking from the front door to the hall sofa. " I think I will pass," Layla's voice echoed from her bedroom.
"Lay, why are you doing this? I have been asking you about this party for more than a week now. And you just nodded all the way and now this…" nova sheared without taking an eye from his phone.
"I'm sorry man, but I really don't feel ...
"Are you coming tonight?" Norman asks as he gets dressed. As the owner and CEO of NORTECH, the leading tech company in Nigeria, He has to show for these work dinners and events and connect with prospective investors. I on the other hand am merely his social media manager and can conveniently miss out of the drag. He always said he envies me and my hermit ways but I suspect he doesn't hate it as much as he claims. He is s...
“Are you coming tonight?” Vik’s voice sounded almost pleading. He moved towards me and softly touched my chin. Burning under his touch & a thousand emotions flying around my head, I moved my face away and closed my eyes. I could still feel a soft flutter in my heart.How does he manage this? Is it I with a deformed response system? Or does he have special powers?His voice, his presence has a strange effect on me. I seem to lose all c...
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