The Trolley Problem_The Universe Spoke_Copenhagen Disaster_The Vanity
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The Trolley Problem
Anika was an intelligent, empathetic and amiable counselling psychologist in her early thirties. She was well versed in her subject, however she was still fairly young in her occupation.She gave a keen ear to her patients and was extremely compassionate and understanding.All her patients loved her and were extremely happy with her.One day a new patient walked into the small cabin of hers. She was tall and slender. Her black hair was long and luscious. Her eyes were the colour of chocolate, dark brown and her skin fair.She sat down on the chair at Anika's table with a slight plump."Are you fami...
The Universe Spoke
THE UNIVERSE SPOKEBrandi bounced happily into the apartment she shared with her two roommates, Amanda and Candace — or Mandi and Candi as she referred to them, much to their chagrin. The three of them shared a two bedroom flat close to the university where they were all enrolled in classes.Brandi was twenty-two, tall, with straight dark hair, and brown eyes. She was very pretty, and knew it. She also helped curate her good looks by always having the most current everything — fashion, electronics, apps, jewellery. She was a trendsetter, all her friends agreed. But unfortunately, she was a tren...
Copenhagen Disaster
The sun was shining, the birds were chirping outside, and there wasn’t a single cloud in sight. A perfect day for Lukas to spend his time in the woods outside his home, cataloging the wild creatures that inhabited the place.If it weren’t for the fact that all his plans were ruined the moment he opened his eyes……and was greeted by a pair of sky blue eyes and an obnoxious, goofy smile.Lukas heaved a long sigh, pushing the face hovering over his bed away and sitting up. Why did it always have to be the times when he was busy that the idiots came knocking at his door? Or in this case, hoverin...
The Vanity
The old mahogany night stand had been surgically excised and bruised, yet it survived in the elegant bedroom, standing out like a fly on a wedding cake. It had been in their daughter Tessa's room until she moved out for college. Meridee intended to take to the dump, but Kevin insisted on using it next to his reading chair in their bedroom. Meridee had objected, of course, since it would ruin the elegant look she had achieved there.But that day, sitting in her now ex-husband's chair, she breathed in the faint smell of his aftershave and musky body odor. He never liked this room. But this little...