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October 24, 2018
#24 – chop
Josie did not want to chop off her hair, but Ada convinced her it was for the sake of her art, and when Ada was in a convincing sort of mood, she usually always got her way. So before she could change her mind – and figuring regret was better than incurring Ada’s wrath and inevitable cold shoulder for at least week – Josie succumbed to the scissors.
It was neither girl’s fault that Ada had more enthusiasm than skill. She also only had a pair of dulled crafting scissors which she wielded with...
October 23, 2018
#23 – muddy
The coffee was muddy; the cruller stale. Flies buzzed lazily over the remnants of someone’s breakfast plate special. The waitstaff were listless. The patrons were nonexistent. It was exactly the kind of hole-in-the-wall pitstop that Crow was afraid Barnabas would choose for their planned rendezvous.
“You’re not wrong.”
“Ah, back again I see.”
“I was dozy. So sue me. It’s not my fault it’s hot as Hades here. Heat makes me sleepy.”
“We should move to the Sahara then.”
“Oooh. Funny. Listen to th...
October 22, 2018
#22 – expensive
“Magnus. This hobby of yours is becoming expensive.”
“Is that censure I detect, Mother?”
“Don’t be impudent, Magnus. It’s unseemly for a man your age.”
“My apologies, Mother. If we’re not to bicker, then, shall we discuss something innocuous? The aftermath of Brexit, perhaps?”
“I’ll not be distracted by your attempts to be deliberately quarrelsome. I intend to have you cease and desist with this madness.”
“Madness?”
“Dissembling does not become you either. I am fully aware that you have been...
October 21, 2018
#21 – drain
“…and I’m telling you, Hartley, that I’m right! Look at the data! Watch that spike. Now compare it with these numbers. There is too a direct correlation!”
“What are you? Five? There is not a correlation!”
“You, sir, are a fool!”
“And you, Jeffers, are delusional. How many times have we crunched the numbers? How many times have we studied the data? There is nothing there. Nada. Zip. Zilch. We’re totally wasting our time and if it wasn’t for the sweet retirement package and benefits plan, I’d h...
October 20, 2018
#20 – breakable
Lady Leisure looked to her twin brother, Lord Pleasure, and pursed her lips. To her right, her cousin, Lord Censure, was frowning as well, but since this expression normally graced his face, it didn’t really count. Across the dining table, Lords Nature and Nurture were squabbling over the last piece of braised pork and could not be counted on. Couture was having a heated debate with Culture down the way and Venture had yet to make an appearance.
It seemed that, once again and well within the...
October 19, 2018
#19 – scorched
The unidentified object scorched its way through the solar system, bypassing Saturn’s rings, boiling Europa’s oceans, and hurtling past Deimos. When it neared Earth, however, the projectile chose reconfigure its path in order to avoid direct collision with the planet. It was this prescient anomaly that Magnus Draven would observe, study, report, and then receive excoriation for.
Most people said it was for the best, that little would’ve come from knowing and acknowledging earlier. That the te...
October 18, 2018
#18 – bottle
Daniel Miranda was in love. So much so that all the songs he’d been writing ended up being love ballads. So much so that he’d already begun thinking of how their future children would look like. So much so that he was allowing her to paint his nails a deep dark black for prom.
“As black as your soul,” Tamara teased, shaking the nail polish bottle before uncapping it and swiping at his thumbnail with meticulous care.
Daniel grinned and kept still. He was quiet by nature and often used his sil...
October 17, 2018
#17 – swollen
Jack knew not to discount the power of the right hook. Even if his opponent was a south paw.
So when the blow came – cobra-quick and almost as deadly – he was able to deflect most of the impact by ducking away. He still felt the punishing sting as the fist grazed his temple, but at least he didn’t have to take it on the chin and drop after only one round.
Jack was getting tired, though. Pummeling a fighter double his weight was not a fun time. His knuckles were cracked open and slick with blo...
October 16, 2018
testing the waters…
Because WordPress and FB don’t play nicely with each other, I have to jump through all these hoops just to get my words out there. This had better be worth it. I swear, my style blog was so much easier to promote. I guess a picture is worth a thousand words; more folks would rather scroll to see pretty outfits than scroll to read large blocks of text.
#16 – angular
The angular planes of her face fascinated artists worldwide. She had to constantly field offers, entreaties and sometimes the odd threat or three from people who promised to immortalize her with paints. Or pastels. Or blood.
It was the worst kind of boost ever.
Some days, Evangeline wished she could successfully slash at her cheeks with razor blades, poke out her eyes with coffee spoons, smash her teeth against the marble kitchen countertop. But after her first attempts at all of the above, s...
