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“Keep this up, and sky’s the limit,” said her boss. Shelah did the work of three, taking her work home, never claiming a sick day. “Sky’s the limit,” mouthed her…
Mahogany case, ivory face, golden hands and dials. The grandfather clock had admirers far and wide. However, all was not well. “We’re rusting inside,” squeaked the gears. …
The dark waters were a cesspool of carnage. Small blobs were eaten by larger ones… on and on it went.The littlest blob, hatched seconds prior, looked on in horror. Refusing…
Vale-fucking-dictorian.Ivy League for undergrad.Ivy League for grad.All the best classes, and the best mentors.Read all the best books.Acquired the best network. Money. Money. Private Jet. More money. Multiple homes. LA,…
Her golden eyes, framed by thickly lined lashes, drew him in. Come, they said with every flutter. He neared — close enough to see the copper contraction furrows inside the gold.…
Georgie loved nothing more than waiting by the mailbox — hearing the gravel crunch in that certain way that meant his human was home.With a wagging tail, he’d spin as…
The baby didn’t resemble the beauty, and so she named it Ugly.She kept Ugly locked away. “For her protection.”But Ugly wondered if maybe she was pretty… but in a different…
The ocean waves around the remote island crashed; the light morning breeze flickered the morning campfire. Lorelie belly-laughed at a joke her daughter and son told. They all laughed; her kids, husband,…
“Stood up. Again,” says Barbara, plopping beside Iggy, her iguana. “Done. Only Werewolf smut from here on out.”“Stop calling,” says Barbara after her matchmaker’s twentieth call.“Barbara. He described you down…
“Hey, honey,” said Marjerie, peering over at their landlord’s wilting flowers. “Should we check on Ms. Gene?”“She’s probably visiting grandkids,” said Tobias.“But the flowers…”“Not our problem,” said Tobias.“Not our problem,”…