Remember something?_Yes, We Can_My Greedy Secret_Disowned
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Remember something?
‘Tell me, Alex. Who’s the nerd now? Huh?’ his words let out rashly, a chill ran down my spine.‘Well hello there Ricky! Didn’t see you coming’, I kicked his bicycle as he struggled to balance. ‘I feel you are not glad to see me, is it so?’ I laughed at the fear popping out of his eyes. He was such crap. The ugly face with almond hair gathered over like a pigeon nest and a button-up shirt. To make matters worse, the quirky look on his face with checkered socks tickled me hard. He was so weak; it seemed as if I could blow him away. A little huff, and gone!‘Please, don’t stop me.’, he shuddered. I...
Yes, We Can
Yes, We Can!“Any questions? If there are no questions, we shall begin. Do I have a nomination for Chairperson… no? If not, I will assume the position... I will preside over the meeting. Now…” He rambled on for a good half hour. It was difficult to hear, so I got only part of what he was saying. We were seated on bar stools around a pool table, that doubled as a meeting table. The plywood top, usually used to keep the hurricane winds outside where they belong, was placed over the felt to keep any accidents from ruining it. One of Bill’s rules. Our meeting space shares a wall with the dispensar...
My Greedy Secret
"I have something to tell you," I whispered lustfully, pressing my forehead into his chest. I could feel the warmth of his gray sweater as his smell made it's way to my nose. His blue eyes light up at the thought of finding out my secrets. How many times has he asked me to spill some tea. I hated that expression, spill the tea or was it spill the T? I seemed to be way behind the trendy sayings these days. I can't say I love my secret, but on the other hand, I can't say I hated it either. It just became who I am, it took over my life and I didn't want to stand in it's way. It took root and grew...
Disowned
When my cell phone rings I hear, “Unknown caller”. Must be a telemarketer. I let it ring, unanswered. Then the phone alerts me...now there’s a voicemail. I pick up the phone and listen to the message. “This is Attorney Carl Swanson, calling for Roger Sterling. Please call me back at 7853250595、..I need to talk to you...I have sometwww.onedoor.cching important to tell you. Thank you.” I wonder what this can be about. Why am I getting a call from an attorney? Is someone suing me? I haven’t done anything wrong. There’s only one way to find out. I call the number.After four rings I hear, “Hello?”“Hello, this is...