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Filthy Habits
~~~ Meg slipped the cigarette between her lips and smiled wryly as the students walked past her and into the building, each one offering her a different passive aggressive gesture, some more obvious than others–wrinkled noses, hands waving wildly at the fleeting smoke, and of course, there were the fake coughers.
By Lena Beana3 years ago in Fiction
Cabin Pressure
I could be a hero every day. Save the day, every day. Or most days. Many days. No one knows. Can you imagine? I am single. I have had relationships. Short relationships, which are initially fun and, later, leave me feeling worthless. I live alone. And I rarely see people, these days. But I have a mother, and a brother and cousin who was raised in my back yard. And even though my mother thinks I don’t try hard enough, and my brother thinks I’m lazy, and my cousin would rather watch TV alone that sit at the table and eat a family dinner, I love them, and they love me, and so four times a year, I fly across the country to see them. So here I am. Seat 17A, allocated at check in, hand luggage only.
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Fiction
Ibra(him)
Soft fabric, fluttering in the wind - a gentle lilac covered with delicate, white flowers - crossed my vision. I froze, awed by the dancing, intricately embroidered pattern that I had felt drawn to the moment my sister was gifted it for her sixteenth birthday.
By Muchtar Suryawan4 years ago in Fiction
See You Soon
Locking the door behind me, I quickly find a hefty chair, wedge it in front of it, and check the room for anything unusual. The neutral colors in the room make the room feel warm and cozy. Yet, it smells of bleach, Fabuloso, and stale smoke. And I can’t shake the feeling that I am going to die.
By Vnessa Hdz3 years ago in Fiction
Inspector Clueless And The Missing Writer
April 2023, and a writer has gone missing. When he vanishes, leaving behind very few clues, an intrepid detective is called in to solve the caper. The intrepid detective is none other than the notorious Inspector Jack Clueless, a local legend at the bars and in his own mind.
By Jason Ray Morton 3 years ago in Fiction
On Steak and Purple Prose
It was after we ordered our steaks - medium-rare as that was the most done way one could order a ribeye at a place as opulent as the Blueblood without incurring mockery - that I suggested that the old Russians had it right when they brought Anna Karenina and the Karamazovs to life, to which my dear friend Ernie cried, “are you mad?”
By Loryne Andawey3 years ago in Fiction
UP IN THE AIR
Flying, flying, flying! Of course, I knew how this flight began. It started a day ago. Eight-year-old Carrie with strawberry-blonde hair was my friend and companion. She was sent to visit her grandmother in Panama City, Florida for a week. When traveling, Carrie always placed me in her backpack. Naturally, we did a lot of traveling together.
By Babs Iverson3 years ago in Fiction
