Spoiled
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by P. L. Watts (648 Words) They’re meant to have left for the hunt nearly an hour hence, but the child has still not emerged from her room. Typical. She must know she’s holding up the entire household—and how important this is to her father. Marguerite steals another glance at the Monsieur. His face is stormy; his immaculate black shoes tap the floor with increasing impatience. Marguerite would go find the child herself if it wouldn’t mean crossing his line of vision . . .
She shivers. After what feels like a fortnight, Mellian finally arrives. The room freezes. She is the vainest child Marguerite has ever known, but today her hair hangs limp and stringy. Dark circles ring her eyes. And she is wearing an absurd brown dress that makes her look sallow and ill. Where did she even get such a thing? |
TrafficThe exotic dancer is more exotic than most. She has a vestigial tail that rests just above her butt crack. It hangs over a wisp of translucent fabric that could optimistically be called a thong. The tail is a little nub about the length of my pinky finger. When the dancer wiggles it, her glitter- dusted tail shimmers pink and silver beneath the stage lights. The music is loud. Throbbing. Perfect for the way she dances. Her stage name is Cosmic Flickers. From the looks of the crowd, she’s the club’s most popular dancer. This whole scene makes me want to puke. I have to remind myself that I’m here to find my sister. |
by Neva Bryan (1663 Words) 
Walther PPS by Brandon Jasper | Flickr
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by Tim Frank (917 Words) |
shadow boxing by abby chicken | Flickr
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Jimmy Ward shadowboxed in his bedroom as the morning light seeped through the blinds creating a dense silhouette. His joints were weak but he still had the moves.
“You'll damage the lining,” said his wife, Ruby, appearing at the door. “It's the best suit we could afford and you're bulging at the seams as it is. Hey, what's wrong champ?” “I don't want to go the market, I hate that place,” he said lowering his arms and crossing them defensively. “No, Jimmy, have you forgotten already?” Ruby said, fiddling with his blood red tie. “We're going to see the Queen at Buckingham Palace. You're going to be honoured.” “Oh, oh, yes, I remember now, the Queen.” |
Doggerel [ daw-ger-uhl ] adj. 1. (of verse) comic or burlesque, and usually loose or irregular in measure. 2. rude; crude; poor. |
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