A Lousy: A Short Story

‘This is MY free day’ I think. I get dresses then jog down the stairs. Flinging open the cabinets, the one with the toaster, pans, bread, and finally I open the refrigerator. I plug in the toaster into the outlet on my right then i cross the kitchen and choose my selection of my bagel from the cabinet. I close the cabinet and go grab a pan. I go put in on the stove. I go to the refrigerator and grab the butter and my egg. I light the burner then and put butter on it . The butter melted in the pan and i moved it all around.THe egg was then in my hand,bring itself down on the counter so to crack and put in the

Jenny was talking to me on the phone about how attractive all the girls were at the Bonafonte community collage we were both attending to. Which is where I was driving to.

Cara walked into the wind and felt it gently push back. A few more steps and she would be at the edge of the cliff. Her focus was on the thistle, the prickly dark green plants that crunched beneath her feet. What would happen to these plants during the Bleak? Would they wither and die, or would they simply lie dormant, waiting for the first slithers of sunlight to peek up from the horizon? She had asked those who had been through this before but no one would discuss it. No one talked about the Bleak even though it was almost upon them. Cara took a deep breath of the cold sea air. When the sun vanished it would get even colder. Everything would freeze- at least that’s what people said at school. In any case, by the time that happened

like i said i did not have time to argue,but i just didn't want to be rude only because he was being nice to me like a regular cashier should be.

It was the middle of a sweltering summer, the pool not far from bath water. Being without electricity, the fans had no chance at relief. Numerous times we’d wind up sick, still, we lived as mermaids in our pond, my sister and I.

Bull assisted yanking down his boxer briefs as the Doctor knelt behind the Sergeant and parted Bull’s fuckable ass.

Each night, Leon went to bed, tossing and turning, miserable, barely sleeping, engulfed by black thoughts. The man was hopelessly lonely, angry, jealous, and longing for Alis. He thought about the way her soft skin felt against his hands, the way she moved, and her infectious laugh. Leon recalled all of their late-night talks, and the way she'd screamed with pleasure in the broom cupboard; that had been one of the best days of his life.

" You may claim such, but your body is responding favorably. " Ixchel proclaims, removing his hand from her still pure womanhood and it's shameful display or need, infused due to his uninvited touch. " You'll have your first tryout tomorrow, you'll loose your virginity then ! " he announces, moving back towards his table where he procures a black, near metallic looking ring, a collar of sorts that seems devoid of any mechanism to open it up.

Booker arrived at the chapel early Monday morning, keen to get his debriefing with Tom over with as quickly as possible. He was professional enough to know he needed to put his disappointment to one side and concentrate on their assignment, but the sting of Tom’s rejection still lingered. He thought they’d made a connection, and he’d looked forward to building a solid friendship with the shy officer. But despite a promising start, he realized he now had no choice but to accept what Penhall had told him. Tom was weird, and his mercurial temperament made it impossible to break down the barriers that kept him at arm’s length. Whether Will was responsible for his brother’s character traits or not was still open for debate, but as far as Booker

The agent kept his gaze locked on Dave, while responding to her. “I have friends in the area.”

Deep in his heart, Shiro knew that he loved the man standing in front of him. Through thick and thin the pair had been there for each other, no obstacle would ever be above their love, but that didn't mean that they weren't ready to test limits and push boundaries.

Pointing at Adam and Ben, “You both swore ‘She’s lying Pa. We didn’t put spiders on her.’

I’m out of sorts today. First, I put my top on inside out and wore it like that for a full two hours before Rob saw me and pointed it out. Then, I made a batch of muffins and accidentally used salt instead of sugar, making me have to throw the whole batch of batter in the bin and start again.

A solitary figure crossed the royal prison courtyard, his strides as purposeful as the reasons for visiting the penitentiary during the stale midnight hours. His slinky, weasel like features instantly became the source of ridicule from the quartet of guards standing at the entrance gate. The combination of their whispered insults and contemptuous laughter as the lanky man approached, were not well concealed. Without a doubt their lack of discretion was purposefully intentional and, obviously, the insults were blatantly meant to be overheard. All four guards remained at ease, unbothered and unwilling to come to attention even as the stranger stood directly in front of them and waited for some sort of response. The visitor surveyed the

Karen was staring at the wall full of paintings, trying to look for inspiration for her artwork. Darling and John had known Karen since they were all babies; they knew that blank look on her face. It was one of those looks of regret and sadness, she was probably lost in her thoughts.