Our Secret Christmas Show_Love At First Fight_Heart of a Middle Aged Lesbian_Ejected
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Our Secret Christmas Show
I never knew a holiday until I saw this one. My cousin visited me from England at my mansion in Las Vegas. My cousin Percy pronounced herself a model as soon as she entered in my home. Along with my cousin Trent, my cousin Alex, my sister Verna, my brother Howard and my aunt Celeste. Percy pretended to be an authority figure when it was the other way around. She explained on the scene she had been daydreaming of being a model and wanted to live it out loud. When we asked her to explain herself she stood on the table and turned into a princess with wings a matching crown. The new swan was more ...
Love At First Fight
As the sun rises over the lake once more, the island I call home falls into a deep slumber-hoping to arise the next dusk. The skies above are painted with colors of coral orange and a deep crimson that marks where the sun once set. I shift my sight towards my scarlet haired friend, who is humming a familiar tune- The Phoenix Valor. She has a sense of hope in her tune-one that leads me to believe that we don't live in our own fairy tale. We live for each other, in one big story. The history of www.onedoor.ccthe past, present, and the future to come. I look at her and she looks at me. Her hazel eyes catch a...
Heart of a Middle Aged Lesbian
There were 10 different emotions running through Ryven all at once. She was scared of rejection. She was elated at the thought of spending any kind of time with this girl at all. She was anxious at the bleak thought of spending the rest of her life in a ridiculous state of unrequited love. She was calm about her feelings for her, but she was still angry she even had those kind of feelings for this woman. She was curious about what lay ahead, but already knew she'd never allow herself out of the friend zone whether she had an oppurtunity or not. 9 o clock pm was the time set for Ryven and L...
Ejected
The corridor is unnaturally quiet as I head out of the cafeteria back towards the lab for my shift, still picking out the remnants of the, frankly disappointing, sandwich from between my teeth. I hear the clank and creak of the metal floor beneath my boots and I even notice the ever present hum of the craft’s engines and electricity. It’s always there but indiscernible at most times, the way you don’t hear your heartbeat or your breathing unless something changes. I pause in the corridor, a creeping feeling crawling over me. There’s not a single person in this corridor, even though the lunch ...