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The Boy, The Bitch, and The Buzz
“I’m sorry, babe. It’s over.”I feel the blood rush to my cheeks and my hands start to tremble. I’m not embarrassed or sad or whatever petty emotion I’m sure he expects me to feel. I am enraged. My fists curl to stop the shaking, and I start to calculate what I will say to this asshole. This must be your sad attempt at a joke. I think of responding. You are breaking up with me? You, who cheated on me not once, not twice, but nine times with the girl I hired to work at The Buzz? You, who would be an actual vagrant if I hadn’t given you a job when you got fired from testing video games bec...
Successful Families have Good Ghouls
Caution: A bit of foul language is used in this story.The silence at the table was deafening and awkward. My brothers and sisters just glanced around at one another, waiting for the banshee to start. Cynnth was doing everything he could to hide his laughter while sneaking looks at me, then at our mother. "No! Absolutely not! Have you gone MAD?" my mother screeched at me, her eyes wide in horror and disbelief. "Nobody's allowed to just leave this family like that, Cedric. Nobowww.onedoor.ccdy! We built this business and this family around all of us helping," my mother added sharply, narrowing her eyes at me....
Psychological Putrefaction
(T/W Mental Health/Gore)There it was in section 13A of the Times, a one-star review given by Mrs. Marlene Whatley. I pulled the paper close to my face so that I could read the tiny print. I read aloud, “Ed Bulwer takes us on a depressing, self-indulgent journey to nowhere.” My blood was boiling. I couldn’t read any further than the critic’s opening line. “That fucking bitch!” I screamed as I slammed my fist down against my plastic seat.I quickly buried my head in the paper as I realized I had attracted the disapproving eyes of almost every rider in subway train car.Thank God I had used a pen...
Party Crasher
“This one?” Sahara asked, pulling out a red bodycon dress.“Yes, definitely!” Simone quickly replied, staring at herself in the mirror, only to see messy hair and sweats.“Are you getting ready anytime soon Simone?” Sahara screamed from the bathroom. “Grab a dress or something from my closet, heels are in the hallway! But hurry, we have thirty minutes till we leave!” Simone walked excitedly towards Sahara’s closet, never once wearing her clothes before. The dress options were immaculate, from Parda to Chanel. Yet, none of them Simone saw were her style. “Ouu... This one is so you! You got to we...