Richard L. Johnson sits completely at ease in a black jacket, black slacks, and a black long sleeve turtleneck when others would be sweating in this El Paso heat, drinking a venti white chocolate mocha from Starbucks. His only adornment is a simple watch and a silver cross that hangs from a silver necklace. He sips his drink and watches the people coming and going, smiling pleasantly when one of his fellow patrons happens to meet his gaze. But it’s not his appearance that draws one’s eyes to him--even though he is a dark man, wearing dark clothes with a shock of white hair and matching goatee. Mr. Johnson just seems to command attention and…
The headline from last week's newspaper flashed through my mind. How could I have been so stupid. I chucked a quick glance over my shoulder and saw his face hanging low. It looked like he'd gotten closer and I tried to think of what I could do to make sure I wouldn't become another…
I respectfully declined his offer for drinks, as the club’s car was closed anyway at this time of night. Where is he headed to at this time anyway, doesn’t he still have class? I thought. Right when I asked him, I immediately regretted…
Feeling awkward is routine in my life from not being able to buy clothes at a “regular” store, to breaking nearly every piece of furniture I sit in. Except for the day I was born, I have always been enormous, out of place and constantly reminded to “be careful” with everything and everyone with whom I come in contact. So it is rare that I see eye to eye with people, but my father’s friend, Joe Kramer, fits that exceedingly lofty order. I have known “Big Joe” since I was a little boy and have, gradually, inched my way up towards his six-foot-six build. I have always admired him and taken his advice earnestly. As I have grown older and wiser, I have become more aware of Joe’s virtuous and damaging qualities and have used him as an example of how to live my life.…
All that nervous energy that bounced in him, slammed his heart into his chest, kicked him in his stomach and fried his nerves was all gone and he felt incredibly hollow. Now his face itched from being held in a certain position and his lungs fluttered when they finally expanded. His ribcage was gone and his heart was reluctantly easing itself back to it’s normal pace. He stretched his fingers before him and considered, that maybe, maybe he was overreacting over a crush, but it was L of all people, so he stewed in it. He continued on alone, but didn't feel like walking, so he sat down before one of the films that allowed the survivors to tell their stories during the Holocaust. He half listened half pitter-pattered on his phone until someone sat close to him, he scooted over. Then he felt a very small tap on his arm. He looked up and found a faceless young woman holding this baby, this gorgeous, fat, wide eyed baby. Dark eyes, soft dark skin, and smooth curly hair. The baby gave him a gummy smile and tapped on his shoulder…
It all began with a simple phone call one chilly, rainy Monday night after dinner. “Joe,” my mother hollered up the stairs, “it is Jackie.” As I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was quite excited. Although I tired, I was looking forward to spending some time with Jackie, my long time friend. As I skipped steps running down the stairs I thought of all the things we would do tonight, bowling, go out to eat, watch a movie, so many things to choose from. But tonight was Jackie’s turn to decide what to do as I got to choose last time we hung out.…
He is not easy to describe. There is something wrong with his appearance; something displeasing, something downright detestable. I never saw a man I so disliked, and yet I scarce know why. He must be deformed somewhere; he gives a strong feeling of deformity, although I couldn’t specify the point. He’s an extraordinary-looking man, and yet I really can name nothing out of the way. No, sir; I can make no hand of it; I can’t describe him. And it’s not want of memory; for I declare I can see him this moment.…
Kakashi opened the door to your dull room, as usual, holding onto the door frame with what seemed to be an ever present smirk on his face. You looked over to him, hiding the growing blush on your face, not quite knowing what to expect from him; he was as unpredictable as the wind when he was like this. His other hand was behind his back and he looked like he was holding something, but you didn’t know what. His eyes stared at you hungrily, searching over every curve of your body and taking in how perfect he thought you were. The silence was broken by your phone vibrating. You pick it up and smile at the text you just got, but in the middle of typing a reply, Kakashi walks up to you and takes it right out of your hands. “What was that for?” You…
Pulling up to the curb we were introduced by valet. Walking in to the restaurant you felt this sudden coziness from the low lighting and the cool temperature throughout the restaurant that made something as simple as holding hands that much more pleasant. Within minutes of our arrival we are being shown to our seats. The light murmurs of the other customers fill the room. Shortly after arriving at our seats the waiter shows up to clear the cluttered table of extra serving sets. He then begins to repeat our order that I had informed them of earlier that week, the beef wellington. He then asks if we have any additional orders we would like to make and being the hungry couple that we are, of course we did.…
We watched the local college group perform their rendition of Hamlet. This theater was musty and cold. The air inside turned my fingertips a shade of pink and ivory, sort of like those pretty flowers in shop windows. I’ve always found that funny. His knee was touching mine the entirety of the show, but I didn’t move away. I didn’t want to. It was the only point of heat in the whole building. He leaned over to whisper something in my ear, but I didn’t quite hear it. Instead, I nodded and made vague humming noises to assure him that I did, in fact, hear and agree with whatever it was he felt compelled to say. His breath was hot and smelled like something from my mercifully brief childhood.…
With both hands resting lightly on the table to each side of his white foam cup, Otis stared into its deep abyss of emptiness with his head bowed as if willing it to fill again, giving him a reason to enjoy the shelter that the indoors provided. I could almost touch the conflict going on inside of him, a battle of wills as if he was negotiating with an imaginary devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. I sensed a cramp of discomfort seizing his insides, compelling him to flee, then a…
“sturdy, straw-haired man of thirty with a rather hard mouth and a supercilious manner. Two shining, arrogant eyes had established dominance over his face, and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward … you could see a great…
“I was conscious of wanting to look squarely at everyone, and yet to avoid all eyes” – cannot trust his perspective – notes his role as a narrator…
“Miss?” A man’s voice spoke up from next to me. I slowly lifted my head, taking time to inspect the figure besides me. The voice belonged to a man, shadowing over me like an oak. And sturdy like one, too. He wore a sophisticated looking suit and tie, and looked as if he belonged in a business meeting of some sort. His eyes a stormy grey with hints of blue, now clouded with concern. “Miss, do you need assistance?”…
October 18th, 2014 was the day which I cannot not to embrace it in my mind. That was a Saturday, which I did not have to take my evening classes at IFL as weekday schedules. That was a very special day I wished to have in my life for these twenty years. Personally, it was supposed to be an exciting moment; however, things was not that as expected. The story was initially started by a night before it, which was in October 17th, 2014. On that night, I received a Facebook inbox from a guy, who I had been chatting to, texted to date me out to meet on the following day. I got no hesitation to refuse him since I also wondered how he was in real person beyond in social media channel. Hence, the date was confirmed. I was kind of suffering an unusual heartbeat, and I was like could not fall asleep well at that night. Tick tock, tick tock… the time was flying in a slow speed that I could not wait anymore to let it reached 5pm as soon as possible. Hours passed, I prepared myself in a gorgeous dress and preceded the dating venue a half hour to make sure I was not late for my first date as I was late for every class at school. Unluckily, the early arrival made me bored and impatient to wait my partner. I was counting my phone’s clock again to wish every minute could flied a bit faster, and it was like a ten-minute late from the appointed time that I was sit still without seeing his shadow to reach me. I was so hungry and could not wait not to order the meal. That my bad routine of posting my meal on Facebook before I had it gave myself an excuse to access the free Wi-Fi and chatted to him why he was not yet there. Then I got a sign of “Seen” via the chat without any response back. Frustrated by the chat, I was quite aggressive, and accidently on the way to restroom, I hit the café’s servant while he was serving another customer’s coffee. As a consequence, I was spilt with brown stain of coffee kissed on my beautiful dress. That…