The Giant Acorn_You Do See Me As A Woman, Don't You?_Not Paid Actors_Time to Retire
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The Giant Acorn
Mila shuddered as she clung to the cattail over hanging the river. She was a rabbit and could swim if she wanted to; but she was frightened of what lurked just under the surface. Vlad the Chomper floated as still as a bumpy green log, only his bulbouswww.onedoor.cc, lichen-colored eyes glared upwards at her. She knew that under the water his one hundred gnarly pointed teeth stuck out from his long, grinning, alligator snout.Mila’s long back feet scrambled against the grassy bank, found hold, and propelled her upwards. She sputtered with fury at her nemesis, Inessa. Mila was pale tawny beige in color, her co...
You Do See Me As A Woman, Don't You?
His face is freshly shaved, he is wearing a decent shirt, and he has spritzed his torso in the more expensive of his two deodorants.There is just one more thing to do before he leaves. He pulls his phone out and fires off a quick text to his friend,"Going to meet date at the Peach Tree." There. That should do it. Just in case.Before he has a chance to put it down, the response arrives,"ok. text me after."He replies: "will do", swipes to the camera and holds it up for a selfie. No need to smoulder, those photos always just give an air of vague constipation. He grins cheesily, flashing freshly s...
Not Paid Actors
The apartment was only until she calmed down. He expected she’d be angry, but lying to her turned his stomach. He’d been forthcoming about his fling. She deserved as much after their years of marriage.She’d arranged for things like his clothes and computer to be sent to his new address, but he’d committed to winning her back. They’d been through hard times before. No one tosses that aside so easily for the same of one mistake in a moment of weakness. He’s send flowers and letters with the wax seal and rose petals like when they were first dating. She loved the kitschy movie stuff. When she sa...
Time to Retire
“I wish I had more time”. Claire stared out at the audience, a sea of people she barely knew. Claire had not wanted a retirement party. She had not wanted to retire. Claire was happy at the corporation. She had been happy there for the past 37 years. Claire had hoped she would die at her desk and not alone in her home. Claire did not fear dying but she did not like the thought of her body melting into her bed or the sofa as she slowly decomposed without anyone in the world having noticed or cared that she had gone. Not that she particularly cared for the attention or affection of others. She ...