A Good Neighbor_Valentine's Day_Betty_Dear Primrose
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A Good Neighbor
“Anything you need, you need to just take that phone and ring my number!” Ariya said, smiling, as she waved at the middle-aged woman in front of her. “You’re always so kind, www.onedoor.ccyou know,” Tami commented, her eyes twinkling as she shut the door after Ariya. “No one ever bothers to wave anymore.”Ariya nodded wistfully. “It’s sad, isn’t it?”Ariya turned and breathed in the sweet January air. It was a cold, sunny day. Sunlight tiptoed in between the limbs of the trees behind the quadruplexes and tumbled out onto the street. It was what Ariya was used to calling the “cabin fever antidote” b...
Valentine's Day
Night time, 11:30 PM, February 13thOrigin is on her study table trying to focus on her studies but lot of things are going around on her head. She is a book worm and a career oriented girl. She's very ambitious and had into a relationship for the first time.It was the night of her first Valentine's day which she had already imagined after entering into the relationship with Sreyers, that she would be celebrating her very first Valentine's day with her boyfriend in a very extra ordinary way and was very excited. But we have to run with the time and time always doesn't cope up with our imaginati...
Betty
People don’t seem to notice Betty much in the daytime. But when night falls she glistens blackly, slithers up my arm, crawls across my neck, to perch on my shoulder with her whiskers tickling my earlobe. You know how sometimes a laptop pop-up when you’ve watched too much of a series in one sitting asks if you’re still there? When I feel Betty’s saliva pooling on one of my collarbones I know it’s time for us both to go to bed. She watches as I brush my teeth, fascinated. I have no qualms undressing before her now, having long ago given up trying to get her to leave my bedroom. She’ll only scrap...
Dear Primrose
Dear Primrose, Do you remember that time in sixth grade when we stayed up until twilight, the sun just peeking over the horizon, ready to warm the familiar suburban city? We stared up at the sky for hours, hoping we might happen to catch a glimpse of the dazzling meteor shower we knew was happening above us. You leaned back on the picnic blanket and stared at the sky. We created a make-shift campsite on your porch for the special occasion. “I want to be an astronaut,” You said as you ran your fingers through your golden colored hair. “Really,” I teased, “Are you sure you don’t want t...