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The rich always tip best when I smile. They slip a twenty, sometimes even a benjamin, into my pocket when their partners aren't looking. I'll give them a playful wink even if some aren't carrying what I'm interested in. Tonight though, tips may be sparse because I have been proclaimed the babysitter. "You've waited tables before, haven't you?" I ask the newbie, Noah or something. "I have not, " he replies, puzzling me. Why Steven would get the...

The sin was an hour our from seting but I was still as nervous as I was the summer before my freshman move in day. Boxes with neatly folded clothes were stacked in my second closet, all ready for the movers to take them to my new digs at sunset. Three boxes of shoes, two boxes of bags, five boxes of clothes. I ratted off my checklist before scratching that off in my planner. Finish packing clothes at 5:45 p.m. - but that was expected and very ...

Everything began to go black- Laura felt like she was going to faint and that was a bad idea since she was stuck on a tiny ledge outside the sixth floor of a condemned building. Her fear of heights had peaked to a new record and a deathly panic came over her. Her breath came out harsh and suffocated and she could barely see through her tears. Screaming was pointless since her throat was dry from all that panting, plus, there was no one around ...

The restaurant was alive and busting with water scurrying back and forth and the hubbub of diners' voices drowning the background music. Giving up on my attempt to figure out why the place looked so familiar, I reexamined the greasy mess on my fork, wincing at the thought of another bite. "This is gawdawful, Nathan - similar to the quality at Dalliance last week." "Yeah, I thought it might be, Kate. That's why I brought you here." "Hunh?" I sn...

It was just past midnight as they drove past huge wrought-iron gates leading onto an unkempt gravel driveway circling a dreary old building. It resembled more of a mausoleum rather than the nineteen-sixties built mortuary. "Pull around the side of the building, Mr Ackman." The driver peered through the rear-view mirror. Both eyebrows raised. "You'd not rather I dropped you at the Front entrance, Mrs Stone?" Restraining an irritated sigh, she t...

I had tamed my heart whenever you weren't around, told myself stories about how we were perfect as friends and anything more was going to ruin what we shared. Our companionship was special. We were close, perhaps closer than friends should be and yet I could never really cross the line. But when you were around I had no control over my heart. It beat fondly to the melody of your words. When you weren't in my presence I tried to convince myself...

Nineteen years ago. Charles DuPonte heard a tap on his blacked-out car win- dow. Pressing the small button on his expensive leather door, the window slowly retracted. "Is it done?" he asked. The man shook his head, rubbing his hand over his stubbled chin and mouth. He wasn't entirely sure how to explain what had just happened. "Err, we have a problem Sir." Charles's lips formed a tight line. Breathing heavily through his nose he pulled hard on...

My stomach knotted as i stepped off the train onto Petersfield's deserted platform. The wheels on my suitcase clunked on the concrete, echoing through the station as I dragged it behind me. Why was I doing this to myself? My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as I attempted to swal-low. I was parched or stupidly nervous for no reason. Running my free palm over my jeans, I made my way to the kiosk for a bottle of water. That packet of Maltese...

My back lammed ino the edge of our kitchen table. Pain erupted in my shoulders--sharp jolts shooting through the muscles like hot electricity. Reeling from the impact, I crumpled to the floor, my breathing coming heavily from my lips as his enraged voice taunted me. His voice faded into distant background noise, rocking my skull with its harshness, until it became hardly noticeable. Mom screamed into the air, and her strident cries pierced thr...

Notre posible promenade enre pire et flect incrompue par un ministre dont j'ai oublié le nom. Enfin, si je l'ai déjà su un jour. Ce n'est pas la première fois que nos moments en famille sont dérangés par diverses nouvelles, mais je constate que celle-ci n'est pas comme les autres. Depuis quarante ans qu'il dirige Moonjoya, mon père a déjà fait face à de nombreuses menaces, de nombreuses péripéties, de nombreuses annonces et de nombreuses renco...

Vous savez dans la vie, tout s'use. Il n'y a pas que les portabtes qui se déchargent lentement de leur batterie. Il y a aussi des c¿urs qui se déchargent de leur capacité à aimer. C'est la théorie des c¿urs bunkers. Un garçon tombe amoureux d'une fille dont le coeur est aussi hermétique qu'un bunker, et son c¿ur en est brisé. Après avoir vécu un terrible chagrin d'amour, il se reconstruit un c¿ur en acier. Parce qu'un c¿ur en métal, ça fait mo...

La apetite flle se promenait le long du cours denu, l'ombre des arbres, quand elle entendit des pleurs. Sa curiosité la poussa dans la direction des sanglots. Même si ses parents lui avaient bien appris à ne pas s'approcher des inconnus et, encore plus, à ne jamais leur parler, il fallait tout de même qu'elle s'assure d'avoir tout tenté pour aider pour cette personne si triste. Au détour d'un gros tronc, elle aperçut une femme assise dans l'he...

I awaken to flashing red and blue lights outside my bedroom window. I slowly lift my head from my pillow and rub the sleep from my eyes not fully comprehending what is transpiring. I reach for my glasses almost knocking them from my dresser onto the floor. I climb out of bed and walk towards the window clumsily tripping over something on the floor. I almost turn on the lights but then think to myself that might not be a good idea because someo...

The day was just waking up and the fist rays of sunshine were slowly peeking through the branches of the park trees. The silence, unnatural for the city, was unexpectedly broken by a rhythmic sound. Knock. Knock. Knock. It was a woodpecker attacking the bark of one of the stately linden trees with a persistence worthy of a greater cause, hidden in its crown. However, it was not as well hidden as it thought it was. Its work was being steadily w...

O sol. Kingdom of Breochlear 104 of Leshra, Sccond Age "The king is bleeding us dry with his taxes!" A murmur of agreement from the crowd followed the desperate merchant's statement. Braithe shifted a little in the rafters to better see the room below. The Merchants' Guild Hall was bustling, its members gathered for their monthly assembly. "My cousin had to close his shop last week!" Another merchant chimed in. "I will go to debtors' prison if...

I know those annoying footsteps. I grab my duvet and roll under the bed. Its Papa. I swear he can't leave me alone! Since I was young he dedicated himself to waking me up be it Monday or Saturday. Ihear him knock on the door once and when there is no response, he opens the door and peeps in. I can see his feet from under the bed. I see him turning and pump my fist in the air, but before I can jump back on the bed, I see him coming back and sco...

I groaned, burring my face deeper into the pillow and resisted the urge to get up and kick asses of my two stupid brothers. "Wake up sleepyhead." "Lily, come on sis." Ugh. These two are intolerable. Can't a girl have enough of her beauty sleep? I mumbled some colourful words then sat up only to saw a huge grin spreading on the face of two assholes. I rolled my eyes and threw my pillow at Josh who step aside and the pillow landed straight on th...

Brock was to answer any comments or private messages and see if anyone could be coerced into vacationing at Rook Island. He'd never been successful, but he figured there was a slim chance that anyone would watch someone getting tortured to death and then want to come hang out. Until a sleepy evening in May, when Brock received his first reply. Vaas stirred as his phone vibrated, and he slowly reached down for it. He wasn't a deep sleeper, but ...

Chase threw an arm around my shoulder, his lack of sobriety caused him an inability to stand. I didn't see the point of getting drunk if you weren't at a party or somewhere where drinking alcohol was the norm but when it came to Chase anytime of day would suffice. I held him up by his waist as he bared all of his weight onto me, "Stop inviting me to your house if you're just going to drink all day." He laughed trying to stand up on his own, "T...

Amena jerked awake as ligh streamed into her room. "Wake up, girl, " her father croaked, hacking loudly around his cigarette that he immediately put between his lips after he spoke. "Make me breakfast." He pushed the door all the way open until it slammed against the wall. Amena flinched, scrambling to her feet. Her father disappeared back up the steps, and she quickly folded the blankets she had been sleeping on so they were in a neat pile. S...