I froze, because I smelled it on her. It was a sweet sickly stink that pervaded my nostrils, and made my eyes water. She is smiling and patting my head now. It has already spread; she’s got 3 weeks tops. All I can do is lower my head, whine, and wag my tail in sympathy.
Rainy days always bring in the gloom, but Jack never expected a day like today to send the peals of the door bell sauntering around the house. He also didn’t expect to see such a handsome stranger — with his rheumy and sad eyes — wearing a sunny smile on cheerful pink lips. Wars may turn boys into men, but ...
Savoring the metallic tang of disappointment was unpleasant, and it was this unpleasantness that even pervaded his tea. But Richard was no stranger to disappointment. His entire life was a never ending spiral of disappointments. The one consolation he had in life was his mother. The day Richard’s father left, she hauled herself up, and decided to do her duty, ...
It’s kinda funny, she thought; this was the only guy she orgasmed for who could also blow smoke rings in bed. The moonlight added a gleam of luminosity to the smoke twirling lazily upwards. Happy birthday, she said; and she really did mean it. Thanks babe, he said; and he really did mean it. It was the best sex he ...
Milo. What a name. Later on in life he would begin to despise the name and the drink. Frankly, it was too thick, sweet, dark and gloopy like blood (especially when it’s left to conceal, again like blood). Speaking of liquids, Milo, the toddler, was happily leaving a trail of wet slippery handprints alongside the adult footprints that led a ...
She yelled: It’s your turn, Milo! Alright, so truth or dare? He thought a moment and said: Truth. She asked lasciviously while everyone else was hooting and clapping: What turns you on? He replied with a good natured smile: Sex with dead girls. There was a pause. Then then all started laughing and slapped him on the back while telling ...
Papa, after recuperating from his heart attack, wanted me to have his entire liquor collection. He decided to become a teetotaler. He told me to provide those bottles — a kind home. I thought that was an odd thing to say. But your brain ignores such oddities in a hurry when you see a treasure trove like that. This was ...
Emotional intelligence, or EQ, is simply the keen ability to perceive, control, and evaluate the emotions of yourself and those around you. Some experts believe that a person’s EQ outweighs their IQ in terms of their success and how they fare in social relationships. While it’s still debatable whether emotional intelligence can be learned or if it’s an inborn characteristic, ...
His eyes conveyed a hidden message to her as he bought her a Vanilla Swirl Ice Cream; electric pulses of confusion lit her neurons up like a Christmas tree as she tried to decipher the unspoken secrets he gently threw her way. It became like this ever since Mama died. The grief she left behind was stitched into a duvet ...
No more crappy Happy Meals for you and Mae, sweetheart. Take that money, buy yourself that Forever 21 dress that you wanted last Christmas, get Mae that Barbie, and make sure that heater gets fixed. I’m sorry I can’t be with you to celebrate our anniversary; I can see the tears coursing down your cheeks, and tremble before falling on ...
