SHORT STORIES

I pop my lips after applying red lipstick and smile in the mirror. Tonight’s the big night. I’m excited but also nervous. Everything should be fine. I check my purse to make sure I’ve got mints, my phone and car keys. Perfect.

The best day of the week for me is Sunday. My parents and I go to church and then have lunch. Mom usually spoils me with cake or other delicious desserts. She’s been doing that since I was a teenager and hasn’t stopped that tradition

On the way home from work after a long day, Brian picked up takeouts. Allegra wasn’t in the mood to cook again, so he had to feed the family. At home, he kissed his baby daughter, Angelica, before putting her into the cot. He smiled while admiring her, feeling like the luckiest man in the …

Taking her husband for granted

Mila reserved Sundays for tanning at the Bricken River Island. It was her only day off, and she used it to relax by herself. Men would often make remarks, trying to get her attention, but she swatted them away like flies.

Being cooped up in my house for fourteen hours a day for the last few weeks, working on a project, has driven me nuts. I needed an outlet to release all the pressure I felt from my job. Working from home has its perks

Steve holds up the mirror behind me, and I look at the flower on the right side of my back. I smile. He did a fantastic job. I always thought that the butterfly on my shoulder would be the only work I’d get on my body, but after seeing

Glen rubbed his nose and sniffed to get rid of any remnants. Sometimes one line wasn’t enough to get his head straight before a pitch. The magic powder helped to settle his nerves and make him feel like a million bucks. The advertising world was cutthroat

The dry spell has exhausted me mentally, physically and emotionally. I’ve had enough. Almost two years have passed since I’ve had action, and I can’t take it anymore. I find myself yelling at people in the traffic for small things

I smelt the flowers and then opened up the Swiss chocolates that Ethan imported. He always spoiled me for my birthday. My best friend, Maggie, smiled at me. She tried her best to be happy for me, but I knew she was secretly jealous of me.