Hands wrapped tightly around my lucky orange mug, white knuckles betraying my nerves. There is no warmth to be found here; the coffee - lukewarm when I poured it - is now cold, the burnt bitter taste echoing the expressions on the faces of the others in the room. The battered, mis-matched furniture, like the coffee, is designed to be unwelcoming, deterring anyone from lingering too long.
I glance at the clock - it is time.
With a deep breath I straighten up, fix a smile on my face and leave the staffroom –
my first class are waiting.
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Veronica Stone
Short story and flash fiction writer.
I love old movies, whisky and fountain pens.
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Last Day
So many years I have given to this place. So many people, so many memories, so much bad coffee. Searching through the cupboards to retrieve books borrowed and never returned, I am reminded of the whispered insults - I was a relic, no use any more, should jump before I'm pushed. Waste of space, most of them - never cared about the kids or the classes. That new girl has potential though, and I can't bear to throw books away. Instead, I cram the carrier bag into her locker, and smile as I leave the staffroom for the last time.
By Veronica Stone3 years ago in Fiction
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)6 days ago in Fiction
Saga of the Red King
A very long time ago, in a kingdom that you could see right now if you really tried, lived a king clad in every resplendent shade of red and gold one could imagine; his robes were of the finest fabric, and he appeared as if his attire glistened and effervesced with wonderful light whenever he stepped into the the warm, glowing light of the sun. He wore a crown of choice rubies, topaz, and gold, crafted from dwarves and cyclops of ages long before anyone can remember.
By Dominic Venditti7 days ago in Fiction
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So emotive. I can smell the scene. Feel the energy. Love it.