It starts with whispers, but those quickly escalate. This is Rebecca; sheâs everybodyâs nobody. Straight-B student, friendly, pretty in a homely way and has lots of friends; not popular enough to be the queen bee, not unpopular enough to be an outcast. Sheâs simply just there. No one hates her, but then again, no oneâs falling head over heels for her.
âArenât you Tuna?â Sara asked hastily, staring me up and down with her watery blue eyes. I couldnât hide my confusion.
âWhat?â I asked. We had been walking to our bus, and I stopped walking and turned to face her.
âEveryoneâs saying you put tuna on your pussy and had a cat lick it off.â Sara made her statement calmly, and completely stripped of judgement. I watched her brown hair illuminate gold...
I sigh, adjusting the collar of my mahogany turtleneck sweater as I stroll through the hallowed halls of Saint Winstonâs College. Tossing my hickory-colored hair over my shoulder, I glance at my phone, feigning indifference to the stares that follow me. A clique of girls leans against their lockers, snickering loudly enough to ensure I hear.
Once there was an old woman who lived in a small cottage on the outskirts of a small town called Frostsville. The woman was well-liked and well-known for she made Christmas miracles and granted wishes.
The woman loved to grant wishes but she hated all of the attention it brought her. One year at Thanksgiving she made a vow to not grant a Christmas wish that year. Rumors spread amongst the townsp...
Hello to all of my followers. This is not going to follow the prompt. As you may have guessed by the title, this is an announcement about my new writing status. As you may know, a lot of my writings take place around Christmas. Iâm informing you now that any writing between November 1st and New Year's will be Christmas-themed or related. Please do give me feedback on it.
