Four personalised lunches lay out before Demi Cole. Three with cupcakes, and the largest with an extra protein shake. She continued to turn the scrambled eggs on the stovetop, as her kitchen timer dinged to take the breakfast muffins out of the oven.
“Well if he doesn’t have those papers on my desk before 9am, a firing will be the least of his concerns! This is a $50 million dollar contract that ...
The whirring stage lights blared behind Melody , as teetered her stilettos away from the stage and towards the back rooms. Victor had just whispered to her about a wealthy admirer back stage, eager for some alone time with the new dancer.
She slid discretely between the curtains, and turned to see a balding man, leering hungrily at her, reaching out for a touch. Melody leaned in close to him, his...
I stood in the driveway of Moira’s bungalow, with the soft but heavy rain soaking through my denim shorts and plastering my hair to my face.
I was compelling me forward to her door. My chest swelled at the thought of her, my mind foggy with jealousy. Ration told me to turn around and go home, but my feet dragged me to her door, nonetheless.
Before I could raise my fist to knock or lift my feet t...
BRRR. BRRR.
A harsh buzzingi jolted me awake. I groaned involuntarily and slapped my hand over my loudly vibrating phone. Cracking one eye open slightly, I peeked at the screen.
No caller ID.
Irritated, I hurriedly declined the call and turned my head to sleep.
BRRR. BRRR.
No sooner had I closed my eyes, that the vibrating began again. I jerked my head back and declined again, not curious as ...
I waved goodbye to Marcus, from the living room window, watching him grow smaller and smaller until he finally disappeared around the bend.
He’s gone, I thought, as I leapt up and ran towards his room.
I knew I just had to try to find the cause of my son’s sudden change in behaviour. He’d become so withdrawn lately, well past the realms of puberty.
Ignoring the growing revulsion I felt for myself...
I wake up in the darkness, with nothing but the icy draught for a blanket.
I pick myself off of the couch, the cold suddenly hitting my body from all directions. I strap my arms tightly across my chest, fighting to keep the cold out, as I jog downstairs to the kitchen. My breath escapes in small white clouds.
The fridge lights are off, and I can’t smell the automatic air freshener going off. To c...