Love
Jarius & Dawn
Here's the story of Jarius & Dawn, who grew up and worked in the McCoogard Carnival. Some people were amazed by Jarius' incredible strength as he raised a car above his head, and others were surprised by Dawn's beard in the Freak Parade. But they felt miserable with their lives and their jobs; they earned enough to live and enough misfortune to die. But they had each other . . .
By Facundo Raganato4 years ago in Fiction
Hotel Bar
The Hilton on 6th Ave. is where I will be spending a week of my life, while I am expanding my knowledge for the company I have been dying at for the last twelve years. A part of me is excited as I have never been to New York before. The experience will be good for there will be many new faces to place with the voices I hear every day.
By Malani Arnold4 years ago in Fiction
Body Language
The woman in the bar was watching me. I could tell by the way she migrated through the room. Her heels clicked on the marble floors, always moving, but never out of view from where I sat at the bar. People moved around her like moons around planets, pulled in by her gravity. Everyone who saw her had a propensity to get closer and she greeted them warmly, all the while shooting sideways glances my way, with caramel candy eyes and a playful smile on her pink petal lips. The black buttons on her shimmering blouse seemed to be coming undone, one by one…by one, as the night wore on. Every time I caught sight of her I was plunged deeper and deeper into her lush breasts.
By Alyissa M. Lore4 years ago in Fiction
Frozen Flower
Frozen. Like my heart, he says. He’s ridiculous. Like he knows my heart. Why would I trust him? He’s a man, unworthy of trust, like all other men. He’s said that he appreciates me plenty, but I’m just the girl who works for him in the bookshop, that’s all. He’s a prying bastard, anyway. The other day he just picked up my affirmations notebook and started reading, like it was nothing. I just had to pull it away from his hands; none of his business, I said.
By Sandra Tena4 years ago in Fiction
Rest in Love
Is there such a thing as a dignified way to die? I would want my last days on this planet spent with the ones I loved. It all started last summer break on a vacation to Spain, which I had been saving up for the past couple years. On a school teacher’s salary, I finally had enough to treat myself—and treat I did.
By Iosefa Manu4 years ago in Fiction
Jenny
Jenny was barely thirty. Half the time she felt younger, the rest she felt as if she was knocking on death’s door. Most people who saw her out and about thought she was much younger than she was, due to the makeup, low cut shirts, and high heels. She drank a half sweet soy caramel macchiato, hot, with no whip. A classic drink, just boring enough to be overlooked, just fancy enough to hold eye contact with baristas a little too long. She listened to dream pop and her wrist tattoo quoted a song that had long fallen out of popularity. In her younger years she had backpacked Europe in a defiant step towards independence. Lately she had been to the Caribbean three times, but only to resorts. You wouldn’t have guessed they were carefully planned and guided trips by her backpack photos on Instagram, or her bikini pictures on what appeared to be secluded beaches but were really just tricks of camera angles and good timing.
By Kevin I. Barkman4 years ago in Fiction
Voodoo
Seth sat with his friends in the schoolyard of Standard High after the last period of the day. Friday was the best as it consisted of nothing but the sunshine and breeze of the upcoming weekend- free of all things school-related. The three of them had their backs facing away from the school and were chatting about pretty much everything that came to mind- from music to videogames, even about siblings. Ron sat on his left, a guitar in his lap, playing chords. Jordan sat on his right with an empty notepad and pencil, completely distracted by their conversation rather than jotting down lyrics for their supposed song for their new band.
By Candis Ruiz4 years ago in Fiction
Is This Truly Just a Fairy Tale?
Once upon a time, as all fairy tales start… there was a Prince beloved by all the nobility of the land. They hailed him as a model noble, the one to lead the next generation of nobility to a new age of prosperity. In the royal court especially, he was the one who grabbed everyone’s attention. Handsome, intelligent, strong, there was not a positive word that couldn’t be heard when he was present, and there was not a noble around who didn’t want the Prince’s attention, who didn’t want to be in his inner circle. To this effect, the Prince received countless gifts and marriage offers from nobles both inland and foreign, hoping to gain even a little bit of the Prince’s favor.
By Cynthia Cleric4 years ago in Fiction
