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The scarf was pink and fluffy. It looked like a gay snake, wrapped around her neck and draped over her shoulders that way. Her beard hung down and mixed with the pink, creating what could possibly have been the gayest outfit ever.
» Posted By miatetangco On 12.17.2010 @ 7:59 pm
I heard her speaking in the next room, but the words were muffled. I understood her sentiments, however. I heard the anger in her voice, and the hidden insecurity. Don’t ask me how I heard it–I simply knew.
» Posted By miatetangco On 11.26.2010 @ 10:07 am
The parallel rays of the sun were indistinguishable from this height–he could usually see each delicate, golden strand but tonight… Tonight was different. Tonight he decided to free himself from the smoggy streets of his beloved city and fly higher than he had ever gone before. It was beautiful up here, peaceful.
» Posted By miatetangco On 11.24.2010 @ 6:08 am
She took a left turn at the corner. She had thought it was a dead end at first, but that was before she got to the stoplight at the other end. This was where she turned off from Madison street, going about ten meters from when she started at the house.
» Posted By miatetangco On 10.08.2010 @ 1:05 pm
Christina had been dancing at the Pink Marshmallow Hut for five years now. She had been dreaming of becoming a professional ballerina for some time, but had never plucked up the courage to quit her job and pursue her dream. She grabbed the pole on the bar and hauled herself up with a deep sigh.
» Posted By miatetangco On 10.03.2010 @ 11:14 pm
The Kindle that Stephen King wrote about in his novella “UR” was pink. It reminded me of how Apple products always have lots of different colors to suit their different consumers’ tastes. I wonder if Kindle will ever follow in their footsteps. Because I do know some people who buy things just because of their color.
» Posted By miatetangco On 09.26.2010 @ 7:47 am
The green jello jiggled on the plate violently as the waitress weaved through the crowd in the packed restaurant. She held the platter gloriously over everyone’s heads, making the jello slip and slide every which way on the smooth surface of the plate.
» Posted By miatetangco On 09.19.2010 @ 8:43 am
The ice cream had long ago melted in her hand but still Debbie stared blankly into space. She had gone off on another day dream and, this time, she was flying somewhere over the lands of Thorgon or somewhere over Bolindiva. She never could tell the two apart.
» Posted By miatetangco On 09.17.2010 @ 10:30 am
The tack hung loosely from the door. From all its swinging, the little thing had gotten lose and was now about to fall to the floor. It teetered on the edge of the tiny hole it had created long ago. Just as it was about to release itself from its perch, Amy stepped in and pushed it firmly back into place. It would take another few hundred swings of the door again to get it back to where it had just been.
» Posted By miatetangco On 09.15.2010 @ 9:04 am
The cub scurried out of the prickly bush and ran to its mother, who eyed the offending plant suspiciously, its eyes narrowed. The leopardess licked the top of her offspring’s head, peeling away the small leaves stuck in its fur.
» Posted By miatetangco On 09.13.2010 @ 6:33 am
The mane was white with pink streaks. The fur was plastic, and so where the hooves. The eyes had been coated with varnish at the time of manufacturing. Everything about the thing was fake. But the owner… the owner was real.
» Posted By miatetangco On 09.10.2010 @ 9:31 pm
They were floppy and yellow, perched atop the albino Santa Claus’s head in a tall, teetering column. The white fuzz around their brims blew in the cool breeze from air-conditioner.
» Posted By miatetangco On 09.09.2010 @ 5:45 pm
She watched the blue fluid flow from one end of the hollow rectangular prism to the other. The tiny plastic fish swam from one end to the other, rocking violently as she tilted the plastic container to the left, to the right, then back to the left.
» Posted By miatetangco On 09.09.2010 @ 12:54 am
The red polka dots clashed horribly with the overall orangeness of the baby carriage she had bought for little Missy. But there was nothing else that could be done. Was it her fault that her brother had mistaken the color code for yellow with the one for orange?
» Posted By miatetangco On 09.08.2010 @ 5:33 am
The phone had been ringing continually for the past eight hours. Maria sat stiff in her bed, eyes wide open, staring dazedly out the window. She hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep. Every time she picked up the phone, there would be the same guy who had been calling her every night since Tuesday, asking her in a flat, nasal voice: Can we be friends? Can we be friends? Can we be friends?…
» Posted By miatetangco On 09.07.2010 @ 5:27 am
Daniel Mirello cursed when he saw the thin stripe of light growing wider and wider on the horizon. He thought he’d had more time. Already he could feel his skin tingling beneath the weak beams. He turned his red gaze toward the deer, the leather handle of the knife still sticking out of its side. He wrenched the blade from its flesh and licked it clean. There wasn’t much time left for the ritual.
» Posted By miatetangco On 09.06.2010 @ 3:50 am
The last time I saw her was ten months ago. She had a crew cut–God knows why. She was wearing a loose black t-shirt, olive green cargo pants, and military boots. I remember thinking how much she looked like a poseur then.
» Posted By miatetangco On 09.06.2010 @ 12:39 am
She jolted awake and immediately tasted blood right at the spot which, upon her waking, had begun to sting. She had been gnawing on her cheek in her sleep again. She hated that. She hated the taste of blood and the sharp stinging in her mouth, in the soft flesh of her cheek.
» Posted By miatetangco On 08.31.2010 @ 8:19 am
The shadows converged upon her in the tiny space of the cubicle. Her small “office” had been like her second home for the past three years, but now everything made it seem as if the entire world were out to get her.
» Posted By miatetangco On 08.28.2010 @ 7:19 pm
The tiny white crescents on her palms shone beneath the weak moonlight. She had gotten much too angry again. Some of the tiny arcs in her flesh were already pooling with blood.
» Posted By miatetangco On 08.28.2010 @ 4:22 am
The two babies were practicing jumping in their cribs. Momma was in the kitchen, on the phone. The extension cord stretched at least two meters away from the base unit. She made wild gestures as she spoke. She really seemed to be riled up about whatever Sally–the woman on the other line–was saying.
» Posted By miatetangco On 08.26.2010 @ 11:50 pm
They emerged from the mist in a comically dramatic fashion: hips swaying, backs so erect that they bent in a backward arc, lips twisted in a look of deep derision.
» Posted By miatetangco On 08.25.2010 @ 5:28 am
Sally looked at the black sky looming before her. Her head was perched on a cold rock in the middle of Faber Field and as she stared up at the stars they seemed to twinkle out one by one until all she could see was darkness.
» Posted By miatetangco On 08.23.2010 @ 4:34 am
The overhead light flickered imperceptibly, plunging her for a few milliseconds into darkness. In that tiny moment of blackness, she imagined she saw a face lurking in the shadows, looking menacing with its cruel gash of a mouth.
» Posted By miatetangco On 08.22.2010 @ 7:05 pm
He hiked his tool belt higher on his hip, clapped his hands in a cheerful manner, and started on his way to the work shed. He’d been working on the jungle gym for his son for the past two months, and now it was nearly complete. He couldn’t wait for its unveiling.
» Posted By miatetangco On 08.20.2010 @ 11:03 am
They barely understood her reason for acting the way she did every time they were around. She didn’t understand at all why they acted the way they did–like a bunch of leeches–when she was always so perfectly civil toward them. It pissed her the fucking hell off.
» Posted By miatetangco On 08.20.2010 @ 11:00 am
The scare crow had been standing there for the better part of ten years. When it had been brand new, it’s blue coat was a rich navy color, its gold buttons shining brightly every morning as if to greet everyone who walked past with a wink. Its black linen trousers had only one hole in them, sewn over up with a funny, red and white polka dot patch.
» Posted By miatetangco On 08.19.2010 @ 10:23 pm
Black ash fell from the sky on December 26, 2063, coating the entire isle of Wittenor in a blanket of darkness.
» Posted By miatetangco On 08.19.2010 @ 7:39 am
She watched the star fall in a straight line down from the heavens. She wondered where it came from, how far away it had traveled before it pierced the earth’s atmosphere.
» Posted By miatetangco On 08.18.2010 @ 2:21 pm
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It felt like an eternity before the large stack of pancakes he ordered was brought to the table. He glanced up at the surly face of his waiter and could make out the tiniest bit of snot slowly creeping down from his left nostril.
“Syrup, sir?” The waiter asked.
He gulped, barely hiding an expression of disgust. “No, thanks,” he managed to choke out.
» Posted By miatetangco On 08.17.2010 @ 7:23 am