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She leaned back in the the chair, hoping that if she adhered her body more closely to the upholstery she might just melt into it. Ms. Jones sat and waited, blinking noncommittally at her. The clock on the loud was practically singing it’s minutes.
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 02.24.2017 @ 6:00 am
Banter was her weapon of choice. He didn’t understand what battle he had just gotten himself into. She tossed her hair, “What did you say?”
“You heard me.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t speak whatever primitive language you used just then. Perhaps you could try again?”
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 02.23.2017 @ 7:41 am
The music pulsed around her. She tried to weave her way through the crowd of people who were dancing, crushing up against each other, trying to get closer. She ducked her head and went as fast as she could. She had to get out of there. She had to find a way through. She finally reached the back of the mob.
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 02.21.2017 @ 6:28 am
The weather had turned sweltering overnight. Even in the early hours of the morning, she could feel the weight of the heat as she stepped outside. She closed the door and started down the street, her legs growing heavy in the humidity. “It’s just six blocks. Nothing more.”
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 02.20.2017 @ 5:24 am
“True. That’s true.”
“Um… well, I agree with you.”
“I don’t know. This is hard.”
“It’s not that hard. You just said you agreed, you just said I was right. If it’s true, then there is only one option.”
“Well, that’s not entirely correct. We could always ignore the truth and just do whatever we want.”
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 02.19.2017 @ 9:40 am
“I declare… I declare… Um, what can you declare?”
“Will you just get down from there?”
“No, I haven’t declared anything yet!”
“People are starting to stare.”
“Let them. This is my moment.”
“Just get down.”
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 02.18.2017 @ 8:09 am
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
“It’s not my loss.”
“I mean, she’s the one who lost something.”
“Sure, but you lost her as well.”
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 02.17.2017 @ 6:04 am
The world around her began to crumble as she tried desperately to save herself from the words spilling out of her mouth. “I mean, what I mean, what I MEANT, um, it’s more like…” There was no stopping her and she could see each sentence corner herself further and further into oblivion.
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 02.15.2017 @ 6:54 am
She shifted the piece forward and gently removed her hand. She tried not to grin as he swapped her valiant pawn out for a queen, placing it authoritatively on the board. “Now, we have ourselves a game,” she thought. Her face did not betray her, but as she looked into his eyes across the board, she knew he was thinking the same thing.
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 02.13.2017 @ 4:58 am
She wiped her brow. Looking at the clock, her heart sank. It’s only been 20 minutes? That’s it? She stretched her neck and tried not to cry. She wanted nothing more than her couch and her tea and an arm around her shoulders, protectively.
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 02.12.2017 @ 5:48 am
The house sat, unoccupied, unnoticed, unloved for years. She passed that corner everyday and, though she wished she had been one of those people who looked at things and saw the beauty in them, she most ignored the house as just a general and unavoidable eyesore in her community.
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 02.11.2017 @ 2:17 pm
She waited, patiently. Or not so patiently. She could feel her excess energy go through her foot and she tried to stop it. He seemed to puzzle over the advice, rolling it around in his brain and trying to get a feeling for it.
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 02.09.2017 @ 7:09 am
She glanced around the rooms and her heart sank. Everyone in here was pulling out notebooks and pencils and they look eager to learn. Which normally would have been a good sign. But she stared down at her own paper, already full of notes, and realized she had come with a different purpose. She wanted so desperately to be right.
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 02.08.2017 @ 6:03 am
“I can’t take this.”
“Because I won’t ever be able to pay you back.”
“Don’t say that. You will.”
“No, really, I really can’t.”
“It’s better than you starving to death.”
“I’m not starving to death, I will eat when I get home.”
“Eat now. Take this. Buy food. All will be well.”
“Look, don’t be a condescending prick about it.”
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 02.07.2017 @ 5:43 am
She looked across the sea with excitement. “America. Hm.” The name rolled around in her mouth like a sucking candy. It tasted like licorice. “America.” The ship ahead of her suddenly wasn’t so daunting. It was merely a stopping point before “America.”
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 02.06.2017 @ 6:27 am
She rattled the bars. “Hello?”
Nothing. She squinted into the distance. She could outlines of distant object in the blurry light and the sleepiness of her eyes. It looked like…
It was only after she was fully awake that she realized how far she was suspended off the ground.
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 02.05.2017 @ 5:46 am
She felt it, between her ribs, as a dull ache. She turned her head away, but she could still hear the cooing and the laughter from the gathered guests. She started to pick up plates, as an excuse to get away into the kitchen where she could collect her thoughts. She exhaled. Hands on the edge of the sink. Head down.
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 02.03.2017 @ 5:52 am
She felt like a punch had gone right through her gut and left a whole straight through her. “You lied to me.”
“I like to think of it more like ‘I tricked you’? I BESTED you? I thought of something you didn’t think of?”
“I did think of it. That was my idea.”
He shrugged. “He said, she said.”
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 02.02.2017 @ 7:01 am
She positioned the cushions in such a way that no one would ever touch her. She curled her knees closer to her body and tried to shut out all noise. Around her, the other preschoolers were running and playing and making noise.
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 01.31.2017 @ 7:47 am
She held her breath, waiting.
He said nothing.
“Oh my god, say something!”
He shook off the shock and opened his mouth. “Um, wow.”
“Wow? Alright. That’s fine. Wow is an answer. Of course it is. It’s definite. It’s the same as consent or denial. Sure.”
“Hold on for like one second, okay, let me think.”
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 01.30.2017 @ 9:04 am
The flips and somersaults in the air made her nervous, even from her relative safety from the ground. She scanned the anxious crowd, most of the faces bright and mouths agape at the spectacle above them. Except one. Looking right at her.
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 01.29.2017 @ 10:24 am
The laughter from the board room made her blood boil. She tried her best to ignore it.
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 01.28.2017 @ 6:09 am
Jacket on. Glasses on. Skit straightened. Shoes polished. Make-up finished. Hair… reasonable. She looked at her reflection and was confronted by the fact that she had not put this much effort into a look in a long time.
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 01.27.2017 @ 9:09 am
She jumped halfway out of her skin. “What the literal hell?!”
He roared in laughter, doubling over and beating his fists against the wall, “Oh my god, I got you so good.”
Her anger flared and she crossed her arms so she wouldn’t him him.
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 01.26.2017 @ 10:31 am
She made her way through the throngs of people, ducking and weaving, fighting the current. “Only two more blocks. Two more blocks.” The sounds around her were deafening and when she felt someone grab her had, she could tell her scream went unheard. She whipped around and looked dead into Jeremy’s eyes. “Oh.”
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 01.25.2017 @ 7:40 am
She tried very hard not to blink. She did not look away. This much eye contact was usually intimidating to her, but the stuffed bear on the opposite side of the glass did not seem like he was looking into the depth of her soul. That did make it easier.
The sound of her name startled her and caused her to lose her focus. “Um… did you just talk?”
“Hope, behind you.”
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 01.24.2017 @ 7:18 am
“Thick as thieves, the two of you, thick as thieves.”
Mark tried not to roll his eyes at Mrs. Wainwright. She meant well. She lived all alone in that giant house on the corner and even though her cookies were dry and even though her lemonade was too watery, she had always been kind to him and to Jordan.
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 01.23.2017 @ 5:16 am
It was like walking slowly through a nightmare, no end in sight. The crowd around her was cheering and singing and the only thing she could think to do was look down at her feet and make sure she didn’t trip. Head down. Don’t answer questions.
The voice over the loud speaker was horrendous.
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 01.21.2017 @ 5:09 am
She exhaled, trying to straighten her spine and stand as tall as possible. “Think confidence. Think confidence. Think confidence.” She walked through the crowd, not making eye contact, keeping her eyes on the prize.
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 01.19.2017 @ 5:25 am
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She pushed, the incline starting to get to her.
“Uh, do you need help?”
“Nope! I’m a strong, independent woman and I– yes, please, I’m slipping.”
She saw a set of arms reach above her and a pair of palms set flat against the box. “I got it.”
» Posted By Bridget Grace On 01.18.2017 @ 7:05 am