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Unrequited: Kayla and GarrettIt was a perfectly coordinated series of events, and as soon as Kayla laid eyes on him, she knew it was meant to be. He was only an inch or two taller than her, and she instantly resolved to give up heels, which wasn't much of a sacrifice because she preferred flats anyway, and she would wear flats on her wedding day if it meant being with the one she loved. One usually couldn't even see the shoes underneath the wedding dress, unless the photographer wanted to something flirty and fun with, say,the bride and the bridesmaids lifting up the gowns to show off their stilettos, but if she wasn't going to be wearing a pair of glorious heUnrequited: Kayla and Garrett
by ~odinawrites
The Merry Old ProfessorThe college class was the first half of an overview of literature, beginning with Beowulf and concluding with Shakespeare, and he, Professor Klerr, was the ancient man who taught it, his winkles and stooped shoulders causing students to wonder, with some reason, whether he had himself witnessed the times when these writings were first created. Even more worthy of speculation than his age was his style of dressing, which included striped and spotted bow ties, tweed jaackets, denim button down shirts, dress pants and a pair of spotless black and white loafers. When he wrote notes on the board, he steadied his quivering hands and crafted the letThe Merry Old Professor
by ~odinawrites
There Goes SchoofGuilt, thought Neville Bartholomew Charles Schoof, staring at the florist shop from the safety of his own car. Guilt is what brought me to this.There Goes Schoof
Schoof was not being entirely honest with himself, however. While a very uncomfortable conversation with his coworker, Nathaniel, had indeed prompted him to come to the shop, he was actually quite keen on having another excuse to walk into a store full of flowers.
Schoof was a physically crooked man, with a lean, tall figure that leaned a little to the left, the result of a slight case of undiagnosed scoliosis. Intellectually, he was a man with various and varied interests,
by ~odinawrites
The ChildrenThe sun begins to set, its harsh rays cutting across the purple sky. At this time of day, the air is slightly cooler, although there is, as always, no breeze and no clouds. I venture out to watch the sky turn from the usual lavender to violet, then, finally, indigo. As I sit on the shifting fire escape, looking out over the dead city, the silence bothers me. Sometimes, I would see shadows stirring in the other buildings; sometimes faces would peek out the boarded windows. Yet, often—most of the time—while the others lay lethargic inside, I would be the only living creature watching the sky shift its colors and feeling the weight ofThe Children
by ~odinawrites
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