The World as a Stage_Daniel Anguilar_Toby_Maxim and the Ring
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The World as a Stage
"Teo! Teo! Answer a few questions before you go on stage tonight?" a young vlogger shoved her phone in Teodoro’s face. A swarm of paparazzi and fans attacked as we walked from the car to the backstage entrance of the night’s venue. Some were snapping photos in a frenzy of flashes, others were fussing with voice recorders, and the rest steadied the aim of their phones. The group herded around Teo, eliminating his personal space. Teo didn’t seem to care how intruding or obnoxious our enthusiasts had become; he looked intoxicated by the attention every time. Matt, Darius, and I trailed behi...
Daniel Anguilar
The crickets sang in harmony on a humid Thursday night outside of Glendale Apartment Complex’s apartment C9、 The television flickered out of the open blinds as Daniel studied from across the street. His target was a man named Edmond, a car salesman who pissed off the wrong wife’s husband. Daniel took no pleasure it what was to come but he was paid for a job, a job he intended on completing. He climbed up the stairs to the third floor of the C building until he reached apartment 9, this was not a problem for Daniel. He was in shape, great shape, he ran three miles every morning after a cup of c...
Toby
The mellowed cream brick house sat behind a tiny front garden, in the middle of a row of Victorian terraced houses, down a cul-de-sac. I fell in love with it straight away. Drowsy, mid-summer scent filled my senses. The wide, flag-stoned path was clear of discarded wrappers and chewing gum spots and I noticed a stretched-out tabby-cat snoozing in the road. I squeezed Kyle’s arm before we followed the estate agent through the pale-blue painted door. We explored the property with increasing excitement. Previous owners had cleverly reconfigured it. The kitchen-diner was at the front of the houswww.onedoor.cce,...
Maxim and the Ring
(CW: mentions of sex)It was September of 1932, Moscow. Maxim was walking through a park, his head down. If he had looked up, he might notice that the leaves had changed considerably since he last took a walk through that particular park, or that brown leaves littered the ground and walkway. He might have also noticed that there were a surplus of ducks in and around the water, bothering old babushkas on the bench up the path for breadcrumbs. But he didn’t notice. Maxim had a problem, and he was trying to figure out a solution. It wasn’t an easy task.He was a violin student at Moscow Conservator...