Humor
A Response to a Troll Doll Thief
There's a saying on Wall St that sums up very concisely what mistake you made but also should be a reality check for you if you're going to continue trying these shady underhanded "highway" jobs; which are the main reason why people don't like to deal in the "free zone" of FB.
By Barb Snodgrass5 years ago in Fiction
Zoey & Katy
The uniform is the worst part of the job: starched button-up, stiff, itchy collar. It’s wet in no time, heavy with the salty drops that fall off the back of my head. The bowtie around my neck is too tight and soon it is also soaking wet. The black polyester slacks trap heat and sweat in the space between my balls and ass crack.
By Riya Anne Polcastro5 years ago in Fiction
Study Hard
Once thrust into the unfamiliar arena he waited motionless, allowing her heavily shadowed eyes the time they needed to take him in, even as his own took her in. They locked-in, her eyes did, gazing with the alertness a bored house-cat gives to a new rubber mouse, or to any other diversion, no matter how slight. At the same time, his were noticing that her lips were the same dark, grotesque shade of purple as her eyes, and her hair too, but for the bright pink streak fanning out through her bangs.
By Charles T. Morris5 years ago in Fiction
Make Way for the IT Professional
I was back at my desk in the research lab when someone I vaguely recognized from upper management burst in through the door. Her dry cleaned shirt was pristine and her high heeled pumps shone like beacons of opulence, but her expression was stricken. I looked up instinctively at the intrusion and she was upon my desk in a flash, as I was the unfortunate soul who sat closest to the door.
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA5 years ago in Fiction
In Heaven
“I’m sorry Gladrial, but you are quite wrong. Things hav...” “Travis, actually. Vince.” Interrupted the younger looking angel, hesitantly, but with a certain measure of glee. The older man’s face darkened, as he visibly tried to restrain himself from a snap response. And failed.
By Phil Tennant5 years ago in Fiction
Partridge
Absolutely exquisite… That is how Sheryl would describe such a day, thought Philip. The sun had finally come out in the afternoon, pushing the gloom of the morning to the side so that the blue sky could remind everyone that it was still there. Three days of rain and grayness had bothered all of their souls, but now the weather was behaving the way it should in the last weeks of a long summer. Philip thought about his Sheryl.
By Kendall Defoe 5 years ago in Fiction
