Last Seen on the Corner of Melonbee and Fig_Balancing Act_Electric General_The Treadmill
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Last Seen on the Corner of Melonbee and Fig
Stop looking for me, Vivian. I command you. Your efforts are futile and beginning to border on idiotic. I can no longer stand it—watching you and your makeshift search crew of suburban moms pace up and down Melonbee and Fig Street, looking for the very being who terrorized you for years.With my omniscient feline eye, I'm aware of everything happening in this and every moment—the neon green LOST CAT signs stapled to the necks and torsos of the weeping cherry trees; your Lululemon-clad troop of PTA moms flooding every rosebush with the flashlight of their bedazzled iPhones, calling ‘here Kitty-K...
Balancing Act
Balancing Act“You’re all so insular here!” Zinnia fumed. “City people are much more open minded!” Darius pushed back. Jumping to his feet, he slapped his palms against the horseshoe-shaped table.“This is an outrage!” He glared around at the other Councilmembers in turn, his mutton-chop side whiskers trembling. “Great-Grandpa would spin in his grave if he heard about this!”There was an immediate hum of agreement, all eyes instinctively turning to the portraits of the town’s founding fathers. Darius Wickersham IV was the spittin’ image of his great-grandpa, whose dour stare surveyed the room fro...
Electric General
Everyday he opens me, digging through my insides, searching for something to appease him. I’ve seen nobody else with the privilege to do it. Just him. I feel like that creates a bond between us. When only he is in the house, I don’t see him as often as when there’s company here. I look forward to company, I’ve come to love those days. That’s when his hands are inside me the most. Digging, pushing, re-arranging my interior goods like he’s tickling me. I must admit, we’ve been together a long time and I care about him as much as he cares about me.That’s why I get so concerned about him when he’s...
The Treadmill
*This story contains mild swearing*I have to go to the gymI have to go to the gymI have to go to the gymI repeated in my head as I drove the kids home from school. I had been planning to go to the gym for the past week. Ten days to be exact. I knew because my mum had given me a gym membership for my birthday. Really sweet I thought to myself, not allowing my smile to waver, but the witch in my head poked her head as she inspected her nails and asked nonchalantly, is she implying that you’re fat?“It’s a great way to meet guys, I hear!” Mum had said, planting a kiss on my cheek, “And if that doe...