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Snowman by Ace 191 WRITTEN FOR SGI WORKSHOP 2.4 He wondered why she asked him to meet her on the outskirts of town with his ice skates. There was no place to skate anywhere nearby. He heard a noise behind him and turned to look just in time to see her red cape float down and touch her perfect posterior as she landed. “Ready for our date?” she asked. “Sure am,” he said. “What do you have in ...
Soap by Whitepaw Splash. Enigmatic twisting chants in her iPod mattered little – she could still hear sweat bead on skin. The tempo of any heartbeat was to her no softer than the tribal beat of the sweeping music playing in her ears. “” All was laid bare to her in but a simple twist of focus. Soap? Bubbles drifted from the open bank door. Suds oozed like white lava onto the sidewalk. Inside the ...
Abigail St. Silean was sitting in her office around 10:34 when the world stopped. Well not exactly stopped and she wasn’t exactly sure it was 10:34 precisely. She wasn’t paying perfect attention to either. Abigail was prone to do that she was in the legal department – well more or less was the legal department for Smanda. It was a tech startup company that had 50 employees and three patents. At ...
There were two basic parts to her life these days: living in Iraq existing in something that the army was spending a lot of time and energy to make appear like a normal civilian life complete with Burger Kings; war. Of the two, the second was vastly preferable That was the irony of her experience. Army Staff Sgt Jane Lipcrow drove an army Humvee for a living. This wasn’t technically a tank: it ...
If you where to look to the outside of the Hard Eight pool hall, you may shake your head and move on. You would think it was a smoky gin joint with a group of cheep hustlers and want a bes … And well you would be mostly right, except it didn’t actually serve gin or booze. It was a smoky den, where people could play a round of pool for 10 bucks an hour, see through the occasional tobacco cloud, ...
Idlwyld wasn’t a terrible neighborhood really. It was a kind of lower middle class suburb of Huston that wasn’t technically a suburb-just a place at the edge of the town. It was full of lower middle class people-a lot of factory workers, some office managers … a quiet place. Where you didn’t get involved in other peoples business. And in this little place lived a quiet unassuming man who had a ...
One of the ad copy points of the line of Shakers clothing line was: Sweat Shop Free. It was on the wall of the entry at the factory wall But Quan Je often had means to doubt it. When she was about 14 she had worked in a sweat shop in her native Myanmar for about 6 months. This was different, and a little better. There was a lot of ventilation large windows, and air conditioning such that it was ...
“Three minutes on that raviolis.” “On it.” “Three minutes. I should hear fucking steaming, I am not hearing steaming, or sweltering or even a boil … you better get them up in three minutes or you will see a low country boil up your ass.” said Vera “How is that even possible?” “Wait three minutes and find out you.” ***** Vera Savage was a professional chef who worked in an award winning kitchen – ...
Space Girl by Conceptfan Written for SWM Valentine's Day 2019 Workshop. A series of Haikus with a SciFi theme. Still counts as "Valentine's Poetry" because it expresses love for a trope. Beauty unsurpassed From a far distant planet. (She's super-powered) Omnipotent girl. Invulnerable goddess. Here to conquer Earth. Manicured fingers On a slender up-stretched arm Hold packed bus aloft. Cruel ...
Amanda stepped gingerly over moving boxes as he threw clothing willy-nilly into suitcases. Im sorry to see you leave, she noted. You were a good tenant. Oscar stopped what he was doing, and cast her a grateful look. No, its I that should be thanking you. You taught me how to shop at a grocery store, how to get a drivers license, how to use email, the list goes on. Without you, I never would have ...