Say "I'm Sorry", But Make It Naughty_C.O.M.E.O.U.T: Coming Out of My Ease With an Oddl
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Say "I'm Sorry", But Make It Naughty
The ruckus in the reception room could compete with the sounds of the busy New York street underneath Sara’s window. Through her closed office door, she could clearly hear a man was gradually raising his voice at Vera. The poor receptionist was new but quite competent. Hardly any reason for anyone to bash her like this. Sara tore herself away from the supplies report needed for tonight’s Christmas party and came to see what it was all about.A guy stood perched on the front desk, a little too close for Vera’s comfort, and pointed God knows what, with his manicured finger on the surface of the d...
C.O.M.E.O.U.T: Coming Out of My Ease With an Oddly Unusual Tragedy
For eleven months I’ve been locked in my home. The reason? Imminent death of course. School got canceled and at first, I was like, this is the best day of my life. I could play games, watch movies, skip class all I wanted- at least that’s what I imagined.Soon the reality hit and I realized it was anything but the best. I couldn’t go out with my friends, I couldn’t meet my relatives and I couldn’t even get out of the house. My studies were making progress all right, in the backward direction that is.Things weren’t looking so good. At this point, I was actually missing the school bullies and the...
Cargo
It was just approaching night in the proper sense of the word when he hwww.onedoor.cceard the noise. A thump, like a bass hiccup from the back. This had happened a lot lately, the straps that held down the cargo were at least a decade old and the buckles kept coming loose. Spotting a lay by, he swerved left and came to a halt on the crunching tarmac. He opened the door and climbed out, fishing a packet of cigarettes off of the windscreen as he did so. The twilight air was cold, he would say crisp but the all pervading stench of petrol and exhaust prevented him from describing it so. He stood there, lighting...
Origins
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. Which didn’t surprise Lorraine aka Raine.Named in colonial times for the Founder’s son Trent was that same 1950s throwback she’d left behind. The alternative had been marriage to self proclaimed high school sweetheart Tommy. Having dogged her teenage footsteps, and ruined School Ball night because she’d let another boy take her Tommy had staked his claim on graduation day.To both families’ delight he’d even bought a ring.As mum explained, gushing. ”He’s been saving for it ever since he was a little b...