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In Loving Memory: Short Version Part 2It wasn't long before the girls went to sleep, or so he thought. Michelle was watching Salem in the cover of the darkness. Once again, Salem was enticed by the dancing flames. This time, he didn't have memories playing. He only had worries and troubles about him. Salem abandons the fire and turns his back on it. The sun was setting gradually, spectacularly. That was the only word that came to mind as he gazed at the sunset. It was rare for Salem to actually watch a sunset. It was also rare for something to take Salem away from his thoughts to witness something amazing. He mumbles to himself, "spectacular." He could hear the crunching of grass behind him. It raised no alarm. The footsteps seemed friendly and safe. And it was just that. Michelle hopped over the log and sat next to Salem, gazing at the sunset with him.
"It is amazing, isn't it?" she says in a tranquil voice.
That was odd for her. She was usually silly and enthusiastic. At that moment, she was soft, warm, and almost melodi
In Loving Memory: Short Version Part 1A tiny beam of light illuminated a small part of the dark room. Sudden noise of plastic on plastic blinds banged together as they shot open. Sun light shined through the window clearing the room from the darkness that filled it almost entirely.
"It's time to get up, you've been moping all day," the woman said.
Something shuffled beneath the sheets, inching over to the darker corner of the bed. Silent and now statue-still the woman rolled her eyes at the reaction.
"It's been over a year now, how long do you intend on moping like this?"
The mountain ranges on the bed groaned at her question and shuffled again. With hands dug into her hips, she walked over to the bedside and lightly exhaled. She sat down next to the creature that hid under the sheets, and took a moment to gather her thoughts. He definitely needs some fresh air, she thought. She lays her hand on him trying to give him a comforting touch.
"Come on, get up Salem. Go out and get some fresh air."
"I really don't feel like it r
Curious Fayt Hart
That awkward moment... Yes we've all heard of that phrase, far too many times. FAR TOO MANY!
That being said, I love that awkward moment when you're asking for advice on making money and the person you're talking to says out loud you should donate sperm. It went a little something like this...
"...Yeah, I owe like $12,000 now. Any suggestions?"
'Oh! You know what? You could be a SPERM DONOR!'
At that moment, in the bookstore at my school, next to a line of students, I'm like.."haha yeah...Don't miss the tube or you gotta wait a reload of 2 hours with me!"
Yeah, that awkward moment.
I don't think that attracted any ladies.
Following my issue, I had to talk to the Financial adviser. Dude was a premium definition of a DICK. I came storming back, and I do this weird thing when I'm angry. When I'm peeved, when I'm off my rocker. Yeah that's right, you didn't see that coming, did you? I do this thing where I smile. Like I'm the happiest person in the world. Then some poor curious fucker has
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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