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Papa Luigi's Revenge
“Really? This is the place?” I said out loud to myself, as I pulled the keys from the ignition of my old rusty yet faithful Toyota Camry. Looking at the yellow post-it note I had stuck to the dash, I checked the name I had scribbled down—Papa Luigi’s. Looking back up at the establishment across the street confirmed it. Getting out of the car I triple clicked the button on my key fob—not knowing the neighborhood but knowing what Papa Luigi’s looked like, I definitely had little trust for the area.Papa Luigi’s was what might be considered a hole in the wall, but not one of those that “secretly h...
Elevator Bitch
Jane:“Oh, hold the doors!”I teeter through the lift lobby in my sleek, yet second hand, Jimmy Choo's. Who am I kidding? Even if I do get the job, I can hardly show up to work five times a week dressed like this. Give me a pair of comfy flats any day and let my calves relax a bit. Dressed like this, no one would guess I get my hair done at Super Cuts. Don't think like that; rent to pay, rent to pay, rent to pay.This little skirt isn’t doing me any favours. It turned a few heads in reception, for all the wrong reasons. I'll never impress a chivalrous hero from one of my much loved romance novels...
Howard's Dilemna
Howard could have sworn that Heather said she would be home today. He had walked here from the bus stop as fast as he could and he didn’t like being stuck outside of his friend’s house in one of the poorer and more crime-ridden neighborhoods. There were a couple of people in this neighborhood who had told him in no uncertain terms thwww.onedoor.ccat they never wanted to see him hanging around here again. He knocked on the door a second time, glancing at the doorbell that had not worked for years. Nothing but silence from inside. Howard was slightly concerned that Brian might come to the door. Brian was Hea...
Perfectly Priced
Perfectly Priced The perfect level of fame is hard to pull off unless the right people know your name. You have to carefully walk the line between being in and out of the public eye. The best way to do that –from my experience- is to be the only and orphaned child to wealthy parents and grandparents who were also only children. My name is Belle and just like in the book, I was genetically very pretty. Actually, my name is ‘Annabelle’ but that gets associated with scary dolls. Thus, I put ‘Belle’ on everything. And just like Disney Belle, I have medium long, chestnut brown hair and I have...