Their New Couch_Birthday Blast_But what would you do, if you were me?!_Party at Mimi's
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Their New Couch
Chrysa Gray My name is Chrysanthemum, a name I found accursed in my childhood. I’m called Chrys by my friends, I’m called Chrysa by my husband. He said the day we were engaged that the longer my name was the harder it would be to forget when he grew too old to remember where he’d left his toothbrush. His logic, though faulty, had stood the test of time. My name is Chrysanthemum, I think, the orchid coated couch seeming so contradictory.Flenn GreyMy name is Flenches, no, in all the years I’ve said it, never has it rolled off the tongue. I was told that in another time people would say the weath...
Birthday Blast
"Pass me that balloon, Bell", Cora called out while balancing on a stool near the big wall. Bella, holding the ribbons and texting at the same time, sauntered into the room with the balloons but crashed into Amelia who was trying to decorate the hall with dazzling lights. The commotion imbalanced Cora and she toppled down into the middle of the room, beside her sisters. "What all the noise?” their mother shouted, "I thought you were setting up the party, not destroying the house". "Just a tiny error mom", Bella answered while trying to get up," we are going to organize a great birthday party"....
But what would you do, if you were me?!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I keep whispering in between breaths, and I run towards the traffic light. As I approach, I pray that it will light up green once I arrive there. Seconds ago I was sure this was the only way but now I am just thinking „Fuck! What the hell was I thinking?“ My girlfriend is left somewhere behind, the left heel of my shoe is bouncing on the pavement behind me and my jacket is starting to slip off my shoulders. The creature in my hands seems to be coming alive and when I look at it, it looks me back with its huge animated eyes. I think about stoping, I can’t leave Jen...
Party at Mimi's
The party was at Mimi Hilton’s place, downtown Manhattan. It was my first assignment as a rookie hack for a gossip magazine. Mimi, a New York socialite had friends in high places and loved the exposure.The party was full of people I recognised: actors, politicians, sportsmen and billionaires. Then I spotted Lola Sinclair, a model, who spent most of her career on the front pages of fashion magazines. She was standing over by the buffet table, chinwagging with Dirk Wendell, a slimeball property magnate twice her age, while I, shy thing that I am, watched from the corner of the room pouring a bot...