Love Is a Con_You Could Have Been A Hero_ "My coat of many colors"._Moving Back, Moving
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Love Is a Con
TW: Swearing and sexual references.DariusReaching across the table, Darius told the first lie of the evening to his date.“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone looking as beautiful as you do now in my entire life.” In his mind, the image of a girl from his high school superimposed itself over the woman smiling in candlelight. “I love that dress,” he said, entirely indifferent to the rich blue she wore.“How did you find this place?” She asked, tucking curled chocolate locks behind her ear. A sparkling earing revealed as her lobe emerged from her hair. The gemstone caught the orange light of the f...
You Could Have Been A Hero
You Could Have Been A HeroJaney heard it long before she saw anything. She managed to pull her face away from the steaming latte long enough to scan the cafe’. They followed to a ticking canvas bag left next to a pair of designer shoes of a well-dressed woman. She sat with commendable posture as she sipped, Janey gawked, and the bag ticked. Two suited men competed at the counter for the longest possible named beverage. A child with dark curls danced around her mother and friends, as they obliged her with token smiles. A few others claimed single-tabled real estate while working on laptop...
"My coat of many colors".
CW: Mention of death.To nobody specifically:Ok! ok! ok!Enough of this...She calls it all fashionAnd I call it a clowns costume.I think I will need some audiences to judge this case.Question: What's that one thing you had rather prefer to choose all by yourself as a little kid ( say yours )?Answer: For me.. it was my clothings.I believe a majority will agree with me on this.In my attic...I find this piece of colored coat in a box. Mom had insisted i wear this coat to her friend's party iwww.onedoor.ccn the city.I remember vividly.Had I gotten the guts at the time to argue back with her, or rudely walk out on...
Moving Back, Moving On
Moving Back, Moving OnJudy NicklesShe never planned to go home again, at least not while she was still breathing. “If you don’t want to fertilize a tree with me, just dig a hole and drop me in. Don’t make a big deal of it.” She paid for everything in advance, had a marker placed in the last space of the family plot, and called it done.She wasn’t sure when she began to think about returning upright and breathing, but the idea grew like a runaway weed. Six months and one monumental garage sale later, she found herself passing the city limits sign of her hometown. The population number looked bl...