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Clad in a full French maid's outfit, I pulled a tray of cookies out of the small oven in our loft. Love makes you do strange things.
"Just one more batch to go, mademoiselle...or should I say monsieur?" My girlfriend had taken to literally wearing the pants in our relationship, so the question seemed appropriate.
Ashley kissed me on the lips, playfully fluffing my layered skirt....
When Amara dropped the bomb,we were in the middle of a game of mortal kombat. Our avatars stood still as our hands were frozen on the pads.
Amara was pregnant.
We'd known she and Deji had been together "like that" for a while,but we'd assumed they were being safe. Apparently,they weren't.
We asked Amara what she wanted to do,and she looked at us and laughed. I thought she'd lost it. Sola looked as co...
Ashley and I had just won a game show, and were on our way to fetch the prize money when we heard a scream. Someone in the neighboring studio had just uncovered a dead body.
The victim: A contestant from a cooking show called Shadow Chef. African American, female, overweight. The body had been completely drained of blood. I spotted two small puncture wounds in the neck. She had been wearing a cross, b...
If a space alien proposes to you, I wouldn't recommend saying yes. The long distance puts a strain on everything. I have to take three months off work just to be with family on earth during the holiday season, and most of that gets spent in lonely transit across the galaxy.
I don't get to see my family much outside of those times, except by means of long range video transmissions we beam through satellite...
Early sunlight bled through the dark pines. It took up the whole sky in shades of purple, gold, and highlighter pink. “I think this has been the best one all year.”
“Well, you would know,” Pip said.
“Sorry I dragged you out here so early,” I said, “I thought it was best to start this Friday the 13th with something good.”
“Is it really Friday the 13th?” he repeated, nervously standing up and pacin...
Only two of us manned the ship, the captain and I. He set course, gave directions, and planned our journeys. I never once envied him for his fortunes, never lusted for his women, never maddened at his commands. Though, I must tell you, leading up to the discovery of “Blue Eye’s Chest”, I had never been a more suitable mate for the captain. I tell you this because I have a sense, a feeling, for things which we ought to come across. The captain may take pride in his discoveries, but without ...
The central set for the game show looked like Mission Control with joysticks and rumble seats, banks of monitors displaying demo screens for just about every video game you can think of. Fog machines gave ambiance, console lights flickered and flashed, big speakers filled the air with explosions, whooping alien spacecraft noises and laser blasts, crystals and vaguely alien machinery props lighting up to punctuate the noi...
The ticking of the clock gave away the seconds that passed, though it felt more like an eternity. Nervous fingers fidgeted with the sleeves they were contained in until a small Rubiks cube was slid across the table. The eyes that were previously darting all over the place suddenly stilled at the object. A shaky breath was exhaled before a hand reached towards the cube, immerging into the patterns to make it whole again."Take your time to think about what you wanted to say, we're not in a hurry," said a soft voice, breaki...
As the faded black quilt of the night masks out the everlasting intense flare we call luminescence,And the harmonies of all blissful things fall prey to the mournful music of the ever obfuscous vault.The quiet mellow wind will drift, consuming the ones who shiver in the rawest of frost.And then, when all the voices of the world remain unspoken, That's when, the eternal deepening pained souls,The beaten.The discouraged.The crippledThe broken...For them, it will come. ...
Maybe this time...Maybe I can blend in, regroup, and learn to let go.The quiet streets of Millersrun, with their colorful Victorians and thrift shops show the vulnerability of this small city. I find comfort in this, as it mirrors my own situation, both currently and historically. I find no peace in high-end, pristine cities where everyone is beautiful and has a full family. I tend to look for a mix...some diversity, some sense of a struggle, and hard work.To keep myself out of the news, I have to change my name every...
Screw Abigail. It’s such a stereotype, having the coven meet on Halloween. It’s just a whole fake holiday for candy companies and dental income. It’s so insulting! Just because we are witches does not mean we should act like our stereotype sisters. Alas, Abigail is a stickler for tradition, meeting on the last night of winter. And before you ask, yes, she is ancient, but young. No voodoo or blood sacrifice requi...
“Don’t forget, the red ribbon goes on your left wrist!” I heard in the ether.
With a half-smile on my face I noticed, “Am I not too old for this kind of parental attention? See you soon.” I aborted the call, I had to focus on the road, with a red ribbon on my left wrist.
Since I lived near Paris, I preferred the train for a journey to London and being not a gift...
I walked quickly across the busy yet quite coffee shop, making my way to Rosalind, my best friend, and sat silently across from her. Rosalind was tall and thin, with espresso skin, angelic forest green eyes, glossy full lips and short curly maya blue hair. Me and Rosalind had been friends since middle school and even then she was the one to get us in trouble and I was the one to always get us out. We were impossible to separate and even when we were we always found some way to communicate with each other.“So who is ...
The Navy NASA Hoodie
“Nathan! Your spiced cider is ready!” I yelled as I set the cup on the counter.
A man in a business suit walked up, grabbing the cup and briskly walking away, muttering a slight “Thanks.”
A young girl, probably about 15, with short brown hair walked up to the wooden counter. She wore a navy blue, NASA hoodie. She had her arms crossed tightly over her ...
4433 Morgan Ford Rd. Apt 2-S
St. Louis, MO 63116
by Peyton Cee
I just can’t stop staring into the mirror. I’m ...
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