The wooden ceiling fan with the fake gold plating pushed the air down from the ceiling. The air that night was standing still outside. A yellow-orange incandescent light bulb flickered each time that the refrigerator turned on the compressor. The little living room had a low couch and an arm chair. Neat books were lined up in a shelf. The car key for a secon...
Karie stood in front of her open locker, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Behind her, students streamed down the hallway towards their afternoons. Their conversations were a dull roar that deepened the pocket of stillness around Karie. In her reflection, Karie saw the worry in her own eyes. Mr. Adams, the history teacher, had told her at the end of...
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I was staring at the fan moving at a lethargic speed. I wanted to get up and stop the fan as it was making me irritated by its annoying noise. But, I was exhausted. It was the third time in the last five hours and hell, I was exhausted to my whole body and mind. I gazed on my right. There she was in deep sleep like a baby girl. Her hair all curled up and her...
"It's your turn, Cheryl," Jill said, turning to me with a devilish grin. Amy and Lisa looked on with anticipation. Lisa already had a serious case of bedroom eyes. I looked into my wine glass and took a sip, keeping my eyes down. I could feel myself blushing. "Come on," Jill cajoled, "we've all done ours!" I took a deep breath. "OK, but this has to stay...
It’s been almost three months since I’ve seen you. I’d be lying if I said I weren’t frustrated. I think of you often as I lay in bed trying to fall asleep. I remember the first night that we met. You were smiling at me across the bar. Every time I looked over at you I caught you looking at me. Or was it the other way around? After you bought me a few drink...
I parked across the street from the address she had given me. A tastefully crafted oak mailbox stood next to a paved lane that dissapeared into a heavily wooded lot that seemed to stretch for miles in either direction along the road. So far all signs indicated that this woman was sitting on some money and that seemed to make her appear all the more tragic....
Here they were, cuddled on the couch watching a scary movie on a Saturday night. What was it this time? Some old black and white flick about a vampire in a castle. Trent had started to lose track of the titles. Watching horror movies on Saturday nights had recently become one of their weekend rituals. They were both self-proclaimed movie buffs. Trent was mor...
I met her on line months before. We had just sort of "bumped" into one another on a hiking site. I saw her posting often about this trail or that one, always interested in the way she talked about the trees and woods. The site we went too had soon opened a chat-room and we both seemed to quickly become regulars. It wasn't very long and chatting had become ou...
"It's waxing." He knew even as he said it that she would not answer. Even though she liked to chat, there was something here that did not want talking. It seemed odd it would be him to break the silence when it was always he that reveled in it, dancing in sound's emptiness like a spirit alone among loud men. He much preferred listening to her talk, althoug...