The Critique_The Christmas Hat_Things will be greener_Spackle
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The Critique
It was tart, the kind of tart that puckered your lips and wrinkled your nose. It was sweet too I suppose, but it was one Splenda packet in your morning coffee sweet, not enough to balance out the sour citrus notes of the lemon.. but it was ripe with pulp, something I always enjoyed, it showed that it was organic, and some work had been put in to prepare it. That was the first sip, gurgling in the back of my throat as I searched my mind for other ways to describe what I was tasting. I spit it into the grass from where I stood on the sidewalk, twirled the drink in my hand, and watched the fl...
The Christmas Hat
It really looks like it’s gonna be one of those weeks. Okay, it’s true. I’d soiled myself. But gimme a break. First off, I’m four years old. Second, Father thought it would be a good idea to give me a sandwich on the train, and it was only thirty minutes since lunch. Easy mate. I don’t need to eat every other minute. I’m not 6 months anymore. Third, I was already in a fragile mood after that gust of wind almost toppled me as we stepped down onto the pavement from the steps leading down from the station. Fourth, that magpie that swooped down at me was bloody scary. To you, it’d be like a huge b...
Things will be greener
Things will get better once I’m out of this school. I seriously can’t take it anymore. It feels like nobody understands me here, everybody is always judging me. She thinks too highly of herself, they say. She thinks she’s so intelligent and pretty. I am, though. But I have no friends. I would give it all away for some friends. I know I’ll have friends in college though. They’ll be smart just like me. I’m so much better than these kids in this school. They’re so focused on sports, so superficial. College will be a dream. I will learn so much from the professors and the readings and the other s...
Spackle
(explicit sexual content. There is a bug in this submission page as I know for a fact I have over 1000 words but it keeps coming back telling me I do not have enough words... therefore, I am adding this lovely little bit of verbiage to put me over the top) Spackle“My former fiancé tried to shoot me.” They were naked and knackered wondering what to do after their introductory inaugural marathon sex. She was curled on her side, he was lying on his stomach awww.onedoor.cccross the width of the bed, his penis tucked under his left thigh. After, what in his mind, was a shredding performance, it was backstage now...