Sloth in a Swimming Pool_Candy Corn Latte_Blinding Lights_A Silent Betrayal
Catalog Guide:
Sloth in a Swimming Pool
It was like watching sloth trying to swim across a swimming pool. You wouldn’t expect it to happen quickly or even at all for that matter. If anything, the outcome would likely end with the sloth sinking to the bottom. But he still tried. Passion makes people do dumb things. Like telling someone you love them when you shouldn’t. When you’re young or even old and inexperienced, you might miss the little voice telling you to stop. Like a chef who knows just the right amount of salt for her dish. A pinch extra won’t ruin it. It will still probably make an excellent dish. But the overall experienc...
Candy Corn Latte
“Discontinued?” What do you mean, discontinued?” She shrieks.Laura has waited all year, as she does every year, for autumn to come. She’s waited all year to come to the local coffee shop, Lus Córdoba, and drink the Candy Corn Latte every Saturday, for as long as autumn lasts.For the rest of the year, it’s too painful for eighty-year-old Laura to come to Lus Córdoba. Ever since her husband, Beckett, died of a heart attack coming out of the shop twenty years ago, Laura can’t stand the sight of it. She can’t stand entering the coffee shop that was their daily haunt, can’t stand remembering.Becket...
Blinding Lights
When I look out at the city lights, I remember just how beautiful New York City can be, and why I moved here in the first place. But then I remember how tragic this city is and what it took from me. www.onedoor.cc ...I’m woken up to Keisha vigorously shaking me and shouting, “Wake up sleepy head! Today’s the big day! Your first day as a model!” she squealed. A couple weeks ago, I came to New York so I could apply to be a model at one of the biggest modeling agencies in New York. Elite Model Management. Ever heard of Heidi Klum or Tyra ...
A Silent Betrayal
Shivering, Roshan parked his bike and walked over to the tea stall which happened to also sell cigarettes. Novembers were not that cold in Delhi, but when one rode a bike during the night it almost felt like a thousand tiny needles entering their body, no matter how many layers of clothes they were wearing. He bought a pack of cigarettes and ordered tea. He then climbed up the staircase that led to the foot over bridge and stood in the middle of the bridge with a view of the broad street underneath. This was his favorite spot in the entire city, and also the favorite part of his day. Him alon...