Swipe Right_You Are a Joke_Down the well_The Second Summer
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Swipe Right
‘Left, right, left, right’.Jaya swiped through the online profiles, with the militance of a pint-sized army general, taking no longer than a few seconds to assess each potential match. I had to admire my housemate’s efficiency as she trawled through a catalogue of topless selfies and people looking for ‘someone to share adventures with’. Jaya – phone in www.onedoor.ccone hand, glass of wine in the other – took no prisoners.‘This one loves travelling and food’, Jaya laughed, ‘could be a match, Lucy?’‘I love food too’, I agreed, my mouth stuffed with cold pizza.Swipe right. The next ten profiles also claimed ...
You Are a Joke
A quaint time that was, and not solely because we call it both day and night. My years had just waltzed into its fifteenth, and if we assume the language of those who purposely stay up, it was three in the morning. Now, there was this law of nature—though I find him unnatural—that all who were born on the first of April were claimed by this unknown entity. Like a godparent, this embodiment of pranks itself made it his utmost duty to visit each of “his” fifteen-year-olds during the ill-defined six hours when no one could objectively blame him for being early or late.These were all derived from ...
Down the well
Running around the pond, the princess was laughing. Her hair was covered in leaves and dandelion seeds were floating in her trail. The goldfish in the water were trying to mimic her movements, darting in circles like frantic flecks of sun. A grey wolf with snow white specks on his muzzle was sitting not far away, watching the young girl run and laugh, and stop to catch her breath. ``````"It ` s not as good when you are standing there like a good little dog", she said accusingly. The wolf simply yawned and shook his majestic head. "Perhaps I `` m just tired of your little girl `` s games. A d...
The Second Summer
THUG!Sho flinched when she suddenly heard a loud noise coming from her parents’ bedroom. The thin walls of the cottage didn’t help in concealing their shouts of inexplicable words. Their raised voices could be heard even from a mile away. Not again.“So it’s my fault again? Oh, it’s my fault again!”“Why is it that you always make a big deal out of every little thing?”“Little thing? Just a little thing? You never fail to disappoint me with your insensitivity, Don.”“I am so sick of this, Ruth!”Sho was starting to get sick of it, too. Though heated arguments had been unavoidable for most married c...