Hotel, Unfortunately, for Two_Below and Above_Trixie the Tricky Pixie_Swipe
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Hotel, Unfortunately, for Two
Mark slapped the tickets on the receptionist’s counter. “Has the plane left?” He panted. “Nope,” She happily said, “You’re just in time, we’re about to board your zone now.” Mark took a deep sigh. As he walked onto the plane, he shuffled his way down the narrow lane. He was in the back, right next to the jet engine that roared to life when they were up in the sky. Mark sighed again.“Well, that’s what I get for bargain hunting,” he fussed as he scanned over his vacation pamphlet. The hard-working store manager had earned a week-long vacation from his bosses. Of course, it probably was forced. ...
Below and Above
TW: suicidal ideation Darkness. Cold. Empty. She just wanted to stay down here. There was no reason to be above, below was always better. Below, below, below. This is what life felt like in general. A dark, cold, flowing abyss with no reason, hope, or meaning. Empty like her chest, devoid of love or hate. It was as if someone took their hands and dug her insides out, leaving her with nothing but the skin on her back and the bones framing her slim body. The energy in the below was nonexistent. It always felt the same, and the same felt like nothing, but at least it was below. If the below was n...
Trixie the Tricky Pixie
Trixie adored her new abode. The tiny house suited her perfectly if it weren’t for all the pink. Trixie hated pink. It was an atrocious colour. Her black hair was cropped short and naturally spiky, giving view of her pointed ears, both pierced three times with broken pine needles. Her violet eyes were a sharp contrast to her familiar outfits of varying greens and browns, made with leaves. Her wings were like those of dragonflies; intricate patterns of transparent membranes which shimmered in the light. It was quite a change from the pixie grove she grew up in. There, nature ruled the land, wi...
Swipe
“Nope.” Swipe left.“Nope.” Swipe left.“Nope.” Swipe left. I sighed. This was never going to work. And who decided that this was the best way to meet people? I sighed again.Instead of putting myself through more electronic torture, www.onedoor.ccI sat back in my chair, cradling my glass of red wine. Trying to find my true love was certainly easier with a glass of merlot at my side, but still not great.Ding! Incoming text. I could use the distraction. I looked at my phone.Liv: How’s it going?Me: Painfully, painfully slow. Liv: Don’t worry, you’ll find someone.Me: I doubt it. I’ve been doing this for hours...