By Michael ZendejasOct 270
I hate when they act like they own the place. My rent relies on his tip, though. So I smile, pretending from behind my waterproof eyeliner that I’m not dying to go home and look at the TV until the cheap Merlot runs out. I clean up the table afterwards and go to my last one of the day. He wasn’t big, I remember that....
By Corinna RichardsonOct 200
In the backyard, outside the screen, rain thunders down at nine just as violently as it did at six. My mother brushes the stray ash from my siblings’ cigarettes off the patio table with a sigh and an absent glance at the ashtray, crystal and overflowing again. I shove it aside; replace it with a coaster for my coffee,...
By Brandon JenkinsOct 130
Somebody once told me that a white dress is the best way to let others know you are pregnant once you start to show. Here on Mars, we only have thick, lead-lined, liquid-cooled outfits in our wardrobe. You get a little red dirt on them and there’s no one to give you grief for it—no one except John, but it saddens me...
By Sara MirzaOct 60
She felt raw. The tears had streamed down his face in strict defiance. The three words bursting out of their mouths as they grasped each other’s skin. Lips meeting one another over and over again, searching for any unkissed territory of skin. Her words rambled out, one last shot for her to show just how she felt. Just...
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