The Astrological Base (2nd Part to Dear Leo)_My Sociopath, John_The Fire in Her Eyes_Norang Narang
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The Astrological Base (2nd Part to Dear Leo)
Author’s Note: Hi! I know this didn’t really need a part two, but I really wanted to expand and actually get into the horoscope aspect. I (much like Elsie) don’t believe in horoscopes, so there was a lot of research involved. If you actually know about astrology and stuff like that, please tell me; it's really interesting and I want to learn more about it. And this story gives me "Navy" vibes AKA my first Reedsy story. (If you were here for June 24th, then round of applause for you, but I hated it so lets pretend it doesn't exist) Also, I'm not sure if there's enough dialogue in here to fit th...
My Sociopath, John
What is it like to be under the glare of a sociopath? A real one; a dark triad of malignant psychopathy, narcissism, and Machiavellianism. Here’s the thing: sociopaths aren’t wearing trench coats and creeping around playgrounds. (Well, some of them are.) You know them. Or perhaps you don’t really know them. They’re utterly charming. They can gaze into your soul; they know parts of yourself that remain in shadowy corridors. They find your weaknesses; they anticipate your joys. Eve knew him as the Beguiler. A shapeshifter, a snake, a temptor of fruit. A trap. I was beguiled. My sociopath’s name...
The Fire in Her Eyes
She looked down at her scuffed boots and smiled. A small smile, but it was there. Brand new neighbors.She got up slowly and brushed off her skirt.A boy her age.She walked to the window and pressed her forehead against the cool glass.Introduce him to everyone.The group was waiting, she knew that. She needed to get a move on. She mindlessly grabbed her phone from the table and walked out the door. The cold air swirled around her, her pale skin reddening slightly. Her skirt swished www.onedoor.ccpast her legs. How long could she keep it from them?She reached the meeting place and plopped down on the grass besi...
Norang Narang
John Song,I thought about you today. I suppose that it was hard not to, especially with our encounter still so vividly seared into my mind. The circumstances of our meeting were not chance, nor was it dealt by the hand of fate, but I find that it makes the experience so much more better. It was a choice, mine and yours, a temporary contract entered by mutual agreement, and I do not find myself regretting it at all. I enjoyed it; both the food and your company.You are a quirky person, John Song. But then again, so am I. Perhaps that’s one of the reasons that the two of us had gotten along so we...