Volcanic

Tyler Ferraro sat at the computer desk in the Flicker Film Society office, all around him is film equipment and binders withholding information on various previous and future Flicker projects; on the window seal, a slate and a golden Sammy Seahawk trophy for “Outstanding Marketing Material”. His long pale fingers raced away on the keyboard as he made incessant modifications and reviewed over the club’s YouTube page—this was the norm for a Thursday afternoon. He’d arrived for his office shift an hour

The group raised their mugs, talking to each other while they used excited hand motions, and smiled. Spotted throughout the rest of the room were mercenaries in the darker corners who nursed their ales. Walking over to the innkeeper, her gaze was drawn to the brass buttons running down the front of his shirt. The buttons shone in the candlelight. She lingered her gaze on his face, startled by the sight of several new raw scars. In contrast, a gentleness gleamed from within his eyes. "It's so good

Eddie huffed and puffed like he had just ran a mile chasing after the ice cream man and gasped at me between breaths "I gotta say Ash, I hope you are getting paid top dollars because you are like a porn star with that mouth." I looked up at him covered in his spit and cum sitting in the hallway right outside my apartment and tried to glare but he just smiled back. "Can I go in my apartment nauhhmMMmfFFf!" Before I could finish my sentence Eddie pushed his cock back into my sore mouth and

“Okay, Ruby, tonight I’ll be Miss Ta Rot. I’ll do it for laughs and giggles. Go get me the cards so I can practice and by the way, do I get to keep my tips?” “Yes. Now why don’t you go in the kitchen and fix us a couple of your awarding winning Rubin sandwiches and I’ll go get the cards.” As Ruby enters the kitchen and hands Beth, the deck of Tarot Cards, Clemmy Sue, and Estelle Louise sashay into the empty Diner and scoot into a booth. At the same time, Estelle Louise excusing herself

“Fine,” I said, still talking through my clenched teeth. I then got down out of the cab reluctantly. The very next morning I had walked to school accompanied by the black cat that I had affectingly started calling Midnight. (She was the one that had eaten the can of tuna on my back porch. And she was also the one that had followed me through the forest after I had met Savannah.) When we had reached the school grounds, Midnight circled around me purring up against my legs so I bent down

There are racial things happening all around us every day but many times people can block it out or don’t notice it because it seems normal. This week I decided to watch and see what racial or gender type things happen at my place of work. I work at a restaurant in downtown Green Bay, it a bit more expensive than most places. I’m going to cover the way customers are served and how they are treated and how things are a little more advanced in the kitchen staff. First of all, I am a host at the restaurant

Story retells Summary of story: A Thanksgiving story is featuring a large turkey with a big problem. Turkey has been invited to everyone's home for dinner. With five homes to visit Horse’s, Pig's, Sheep and Goat's, Cow's, and Mouse's. Turkey knows there'll be a ton of food to eat. But there'll also be friends and their families who can't wait to celebrate the holiday with Turkey! Can this very plump bird make it through every meal without bursting? Since Turkey does not want to hurt any feelings

Carina: I observed a small group of four girls around the ages of 16-19 who were all getting burritos at Chipotle. They were still wearing their volleyball outfits and clearly belonged to a group of teenage athletes. They all seemed to be friends as they were laughing and talking loudly with one another. Their visit at Chipotle seemed to be some kind of social experience for them, much more so than just going there for nutrition. When ordering they asked each other: “what are you getting”, which

Painted Girl put her bags down on the counter, tired from a long day at work. Tizio was great. He’d taken her to his uncles place and they’d spent a wonderful day ordering things from his antique store. She looked around the kitchen. Chinese takeout littered the countertop but no one had cleaned up. She picked up a note. Enjoy. Wonderful. She’d brought Sarah to help her, not… frolic her time away with John. She picked up the half eaten plates and walked over the sink. She flipped a couple

(The curtain rises, revealing an average-size teenage bedroom. Academic rewards are scattered across the pale pink walls, the floor unusually immaculate for an adolescent's bedroom. A bookshelf stacked with classic novels stands between the door and a closet; a closet holding an abundance of cardboard boxes filled with clothes and school supplies. NICHOLE slowly paces around the room with her eyes glued to a clipboard while ALLISON sits attentively watching her. After a moment, NICHOLE pauses and