The door crashed open. She ducked, shielding her eyes from the stinging dust blown in by the howling wind. Daring to glance up, she looked through the flying debris trying to make out who had ventured through a duststorm to a downtown gem store. She cursed inwardly as she made out the unmistakeable silhouette. Tall and wearing that ridiculous triangular hat...
I was home again. I had to wait two years to drive around my both loved and hated adopted hometown. There were so many things to do, places to go, old friends to see, memories to reclaim. A whole week flew by before I managed to see Linda. I was sure that it'd be as if we'd never parted. I was looking forward to a quiet evening at her house, eating one of h...
"Claire," I heard a voice call out. I groaned. 'Not now, Mallory,' I thought, more exasperated than irritated if I was being honest with myself. She strolled into my room, where I sat at my desk, typing away at the computer. I didn't look up. Maybe if I didn't acknowledge her, she would simply go away and leave me to my work. I would... "serve" her later....
Mary stood in front of the mirror and assessed her reflection. Not too bad she thought. Tonight she was going to a dinner party that her friend Adam was hosting, and of course Adam has insisted that everyone dress up. Mary loved dressing up, it gave her a reason to scour the shops for just that perfect outfit. She smiled at her reflection, turned and left he...
My best friend's name is Danielle. Danielle A. Mitchell. And I am in love with her. I think she is the sweetest and most beautiful person to have ever walked the face of the earth. I tell her that all the time but she's never believed me. She's gorgeous though. Sometimes I can't help but just stare at her. She's shorter than me, about 5'2'', and has the swe...
Bette squealed to a stop in front of the Soda Shoppe and cut the engine. Lorraine waved out at the red convertible and pushed her Coke across the counter to the waitress who'd come on when her lunch shift ended. She'd hardly touched it. Lorraine got up from her stool and tried to look interested but not eager. She straightened the back of the pencil skirt...
I almost never go to Starbucks. I actually hate coffee, all coffee. I don't even like the gritty, dark smell of it. Generally, I think Starbucks is a plague. Their muffins, however, are fine if you're starving, which, on that day, I was, and you don't have any other options, which I didn't. That's why I was standing in a place I never go, waiting to pay fo...
They say that gold is power, but "they" are mostly male, and thus idiots. On the day she decided to stop living on goodwill and bland virtue, instead using her power for its hell-intended purpose, the witch did not begin dabbling in alchemy. After all, what do men pay gold for? Surely that's more powerful. So, she planted a garden. An innocent, beautiful g...
She was my co-worker, classmate, student, and most of all, my friend. I hadn't known Liz for too long, no more than a year really, but she had become one of my closest friends. She was also one of the prettiest girls I'd ever met. She'd never thought she was anything special, not even the strings of suitors could prove to her that she was desirable. My sweet...
The following evening, Alice prepared for her visit to Lynda's to start the process of producing the required party dress. She had showered and shaved her naughty bits and donned self-supporting flesh coloured hose, but she could not decide what else to wear. In the end, she chose a simple sleeveless 'A' line dress in black. She retrieved her black heeled sa...