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The Retreat
This is going to end with my girlfriend telling me she’ll never go out with me again. I know this and yet I move inexorably towards it.Not because I don’t want my girlfriend to come out with me. Not because I’m some kind of masochist. It’s because I’m an idiot. I’m stupid. I may deny it sometimes. You’ll see that for yourself. But, deep down, I accept it as the truth. I let stupid things happen, and then it’s too late.My girlfriend’s name is Angharad. She’s Welsh. She’s got brown hair which falls just below her shoulders and she sometimes dyes it other colours. Sometimes not. She’s into all ...
Jerry and Melissa
Jerry had asked Melissa, that cute girl from the convenience store that he had a crush on on a date. Jerry mustered up the courage to ask Melissa to go out to dinner with him, and Melissa agreed to have dinner with him at the greasy-spoon diner on the street corner that was near the convenience store where she worked. Jerry gave Melissa his phone number and Melissa gave Jerry her phone number, and Jerry friended Melissa on FaceSpace, and Melissa friended Jerry on FaceSpace.The night of the dinner date, he was working on a car at the body shop late when he realized he should've left the shop 2 ...
The Chicken House
THE CHICKEN HOUSEAn abandoned building draws kids to it, like a moths to a flame. And sometimes, they get burned.Allister looked down at what he had written, and sighed. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to write about his own childhood, even under the guise of fiction. He had thought that it would be a good idea — they say to write what you know, but what did he know, really? He only knew what he knew. There were the stories from the others, but what had happened, exactly? His father, a police officer always said there was your idea of what happened, the other person’s idea of what happened,...
Second Date?
Second Date?By Naima QiannaKellieI walked into the restaurant at eight o’clock. The hostess greeted me at the front. “Good evening, would you like a table or a seat at the bar?” the hostess asked.“Good evening. I have a reservation under the name Wilson,” I saiwww.onedoor.ccd.She checked the reservations list. “Yes, your table is ready. Follow me,” the hostess said.The seating area was sprinkled with a handful of people and, a few people sat at the bar. I followed her to a small booth in the back. I sat on the side facing the door and placed my handbag beside me.“Your server will be with you shortly,” she s...