When we were young, we loved the Mulligan sisters. There were two of them and two of us. If we could have been a pop band we would have been the Supremes, except there were four of us and we were white and two of us were boys. The Mulligan Sisters wanted to marry us and were the same age. A joint wedding was secretly planned.
Read MoreHe gave her a library so she’d know he was the sensitive kind of Beast – not one of those monsters who’d kidnap a girl, blackmail her into staying, brutally ravish her then eat her for dinner without a second thought. This, clearly, was the romantic kind of hostage situation, the type of abduction that was a prelude to romance.
Read MoreFreddie was hiding in the shower when I got home. Steam curled to the door, greeting me, damp and warm like a dog panting on my face. The train ride was long. Ice and snow smothered the tracks, strangling wheels intent on trudging through. And at every station, a strange parade of orange vests would receive us, lugging industrial sized shovels, fixed on digging us out.
Read MoreMonth six of unemployment. My father is sharpening his knives.
Read MoreI’m not saying Sarah wasn’t my friend, but she pissed me off. Always going on about things. Her parents. A man. There was always a man.
Read MoreLeah sat behind the counter of the café looking at her phone while Melike rummaged through their work cubbies.
“Do you want all these flyers?” Melike called, all earnestness, as if Leah somehow didn’t know the tidying was a pretext and that Melike was hoping to find another of her sketchbooks.
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When I dreamt about getting rich and famous, I never expected for it to happen like this… Truthfully, nothing about what happened went according to plan.
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There was once a kind unicorn named Bluebell. She was as soft and white as a cloud with a blue and pink mane which glowed and looked like cotton candy.
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Par un beau jour ensoleillé, l’équipage du Navigator, le bateau sur lequel nos marins vont chasser la baleine, charge le matériel à bord. Ces marins sont robustes et surs d’eux.
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My alarm clock rang. I threw on the clothes that I had laid out the night before, then I rushed downstairs and ate breakfast, barely stopping to take a breath.
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Hi, my name is George. I’m the narrator of this story.
I am also the one who found Stuart’s diary so I can tell it to you. For anybody that will read this I shall warn you, you will laugh, and you will definitely, definitely, 100% pee a little in your pants.
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