Intrusive Thoughts_Things Unsaid_An Artist and a Drama Queen_An Ever-decreasing Arc
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Intrusive Thoughts
Zach had saved a table at his favorite brewery, Top Hops. Neither his girlfriend, Emma, nor his best friend, Quinn, were here yet. He checked his watch, while tapping his foot impatiently. He hated sitting alone and being early, but someone had to save a table or else they'd just be standing around and not enjoying their drinks in the same way. This sense of duty to arrive early both compelled and prided Zach. It slightly bothered him that Emma was late, but he had gotten used to Quinn’s tardiness over the years of their friendship. About ten minutes after Zach arrived, Emma pulled up in her ...
Things Unsaid
Ewh, I should have given myself a pedicure, I think, as I look at the fading pink nail polish. The routine is the same every time; I jump in the truck, off go the shoes, and up go the feet with my toes pressing against the dashboard. This has been my posture for as long as we've been friends. We’ll drive around for hours like this talking about everything and nothing at all. I debate for a moment on whether I should put my shoes back on or not, but Will would never notice my neglected toenails, and if he does, he won’t care. He’s just that way. Not concerned with the little things like th...
An Artist and a Drama Queen
“Nobody's ever gave a damn about me! But those days are over! But from now on, everybody will take notice of me because everybody will look at me! Soon there will a new order everywhere! No need to panic now! Who doesn't love an extreme makeover? Nobody here ! Hahahaha! Soon everyone will be just like me!” He kept talking shootinwww.onedoor.ccg at civilians.She ran toward Firefly with a punch. Firefly side swiped her. He hit her in face with his elbow. She ducked into a roll. Her partner Glazier kicked at Firefly's stomach as she aimed for his back. They just needed a distraction to ground the Firefly fo...
An Ever-decreasing Arc
Luka walked home with a dozen large eggs in a green plastic shopping bag. The name of the supermarket was emblazoned on the side of the bag in big white block letters. Luka swung the bag gently as he walked. The eggs sat safely within the bag, protected by the ridged grey cardboard carton they had been packed in.Luka’s stomach rumbled and he was impatient to get home to prepare the eggs for his dinner.Finding the money in his coat pocket had been a stroke of good luck. He had had such rotten luck at the betting shop. He had lost all his pension on good odds. He thanked the Lord for giving him...