Clean-up! On Aisle Nine! I left the office at about two o’clock, sadly recognizing the space I called my preferred home had its days numbered. Psychologically drained for my ruthless triggered bluntness toward Jasen but I did not buckle and walked out of my office with my head-up. If that wasn’t enough, I’d done all this shopping, yet it had slipped my mind to pick up a few essentials for home, I battled with myself whether to go to a local pharmacy for toiletries or shop for fresh fruit and veggies from the grocers. Damn it! I’m doomed to the all-you-can-buy commerce pit in the steadfast, crowded, bumper-to-bumper cart-mart. “Hi, Bradley honey. I’m glad you called.” “Hello, sugar. I actually called to leave you a quote . . . a lil’ something, realizing today would be hectic for you and thinking you would not necessarily pick up the call. I thought you might require some pepping up. It’s early, sugar. Did I interrupt, and how come it sounds like an echo?” “It is likely because I have you on speaker phone. I’m heading to the market and then home.” “I can imagine how stressful the day must have turned out. I miss you, Clareese.” “Bradley, there is an urgent topic we must talk about, but we can do this after I get home.” “Fine, ma’am. What are you wearing, sugar-lips?” “An entire metropolitan occupational black ensemble, pumps too, as if I was in mourning on some runway on Wall Street.” “Nice to be able to eagerly flash trade my tongue on your underlying assets.” “You, sir, are too cute. Thanks, you have me smiling already — and needing it, honey.” “Are you wearing stockings, skirt, or pants?” “Yes, jet black, sheer thigh highs, and a fitted skirt with a modest slit begging to be ripped, sir.” “Interesting! You best... ... middle of paper ... ...d off by you for a man who you recently met. It’s game on. You cannot be naïve, Clareese; men are competitive. Please, I am asking you to minimize or not at all have contact with him outside the office until this blow is over. He needs time . . . maybe another woman, and he’s angry. Of this I can assure you. Understood?” “Yes, sir.” “I would be too, because you are an amazing woman, his loss and he let slip through his fingers.” “Bradley, I understand your point of view, and frankly I also need to avoid drama,” I said, sympathetic to his feelings. “Good night, sugar. You have lots to read, and you must be tired. You have much at hand, and I have to get back to your sculpture. It’s the last piece I’m working on for the exhibit.” “Good night, Bradley.” “By the way, Clareese, slap your pussy a couple of times for me, and tell her I’m coming to get her.”
Long ago, in an ancient forest, a giant creature lived a sad and lonely life. This creature was feared by almost all the inhabitants of the forest, and for good reason too. His ancestors had ruled the forest as the dominant predator for generations.
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“Well, I know that I’m going to screw Jason, just as soon as his plane touches down in Virginia. As for Boogie, I don’t think I’m going to pursue him after I rejected him already. I am very curious about Diamond, though. I would like to know where they met and how often he’s been with her” I said. “Honey, trust me you don’t want to know about the personal stuff because you’ll never be able to get it out of your head” Latria assured, as she continued to dig in her purse. “What on earth are you looking for?” I asked as Latria pulled out some crumpled
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Wings wrapped and snapped the highest tree limbs, claws lacerated the trunks, bleeding sticky with sap. I could smell it. "Oh yeah. This was definitely it!"
“What’s up Prissy?” hah, she hates it when I call her that. “I hate it when you call me that” ah oh, is that smirk on her face? Yep, definite smirk, I know I’ve filed that look away in the “up to no good” folder, warning, warning. “Could you fetch me some tomatoes and a head of lettuce for tonight’s supper. Get them out of the back garden if you could please, but no hurry”. Was that a glint of mischief or just the setting sun playing tricks on my eyes, and what is this no hurry stuff, it certainly seemed urgent just a minute ago?“Yah, yah, yah, sure. Hey, did you get your letter that came via vultureculture express, I left it on the table in the dining hall, figured you would see it” she seems a little fidgety, avoiding eye contact, hum, who was that letter from?
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
Spitz was now gone after Buck attacked him. I heard the cries and whimpers, the snarls and the growls of the whole fight. It was horrific. I wasn’t able to sleep anyways.I had pains sometimes and while it was uncomfortable, it was bearable and I didn’t want anyone to think I wasn’t well enough to run,no one would take my spot!
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
“You’re welcome.” That was it, the exchange was over. I hung up, and threw the cell phone somewhere, not caring where. I was incredibly hungry, (like I always am) so I put on shoes, grabbed some money, and walked out the door of my small, rented, nondescript apartment. I was headed towards a small market I knew, owned by a family. It has the best produce I’ve ever bought. The strawberries in particular were ripe, juicy, sweet and succulent. I love food, and I was on my way to by some. The door was open, and I had one foot out the door when my burner cell phone rang. Briiing! Briing! I was going to ignore it, but when I heard the ...
"If you do not mind would you be able to continue chatting with me as long as I am in that uninteresting get-together?” he requested his girlfriend. "How can you assume that the reunion will be boring? After all it is the first time when