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Valid Paranoia – an ISG Writing Exercise

These three words were chosen:

  • Bubble
  • Pleasure
  • Paranoid

And these blurbs were written within five minutes….Enjoy!

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DESIREE MATLOCK:

My first few weeks staying here, I had convinced myself I was on a much needed break from life, a perfect vacation. I lived in a bubble of margaritas, swimming in the pool, and making time with Enrique from Portugal.

But yesterday, the pleasure of swimming was interrupted by the oddest fleeting moment of something strange, a texture against my foot. When I dipped my feet below the seven foot mark in the deep end of the pool, I would have sworn there wasn’t any water there. I put in earplugs and decided to dive a bit deeper. I’d never, in all of my time staying in this cabana, tried to. As I reached the bottom of the pool, I found a pocket of air, in a perfect cube shape.

I realized with a thud that all my paranoia was valid. I’d been leery of why I’d received these tickets, had hounded Jack to tell me more, had tried to reason with the strange behavior of the flight attendants on my way here. But, I was obviously in a simulation.

As I sat cross-legged inside the air cube on the bottom of the pool, I tried to calm my breathing, and I planned my revenge.

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LISA BARRY:

Bubbles floated from the faery’s mouth as she danced across the stage. Meri had always loved the holiday show at the palace. The dancing, the food, the glitter and happiness.

It was the one time of year that the royals settled in with the people, together, on the ground level and enjoyed the revelries. There were a select few chosen, someone different every year, to serve the staggering quantity of food that had been prepared earlier in the day.

Meri had been chosen this year since she was newly introduced as a lady of the world. She didn’t care though, the time was her favorite and it gave her pleasure to serve her friends, family and just other people from her village. There was no call for paranoia, no concern or fear of being taken advantage of. It was the one time that death was the justice.

So together with the rest, she would laugh and sing and smile. But she would be very, very certain not to meet the eyes of one certain royal who had made his preferences clear much to her horror.

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ANNE CARGILE:

The bubbles were supposed to be fun, but Cindy didn’t think they were working for Andy the way they were supposed to.  At least, by the look on her boyfriend’s face, pleasure was not in the wheelhouse of what he was experiencing.

Cindy was in her own bubble next to him. The bubbles were clear, with a slight iridescence to them that made them look like something out of a fairy tale. They were also surprisingly springy to the touch, and Cindy found herself poking at the film that surrounded her.  it was quite temperate and comfy as it conformed to surround her body, and she and Andy had been told they could merge them, and  ‘share’ pleasure with each other, or they could maintain autonomy Another look at Andy’s face, and maybe this hadn’t been the best idea for a second date.  Cindy didn’t think she was being paranoid but she didn’t think there would be a third.

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ERIKA LANCE:

“You’re kidding me right?” bursting his bubble immediately.  

She knew he was trying to do something nice, but this was in fact disgusting. Trying new things, spicing them up so to speak was intended to bring more pleasure to the evening. Instead she was sure this smell would be in her hair and clothes.  

Matt looked at her with sad eyes. She could tell when he then scanned around, he was trying to figure out what he should do but paranoid he would make the wrong choice.  

She took in a deep breath and immediately regretted it as she began coughing. When she finally stopped Matt had thrown away his weird popcorn experiment and she walked up to him putting her arms around him and simply said “Why don’t we order Pizza?” 

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JM PAQUETTE:

“I hate to sound paranoid, darling, but is this really necessary?” Arlene gestured to the plastic bucket setup on top of a wheeled dolly, the entire area under and around it a muddy sludge of sad looking bubbles and wilted summer grass. “Do you expect to have to leave in a hurry?”

Her partner for the afternoon gave her a look that she supposed she would understand if she had known him more than a few hours, but at the moment, she just studied his face. Handsome, of course, and the rest of him pleasant enough should she decide she wanted that kind of pleasure later that night, but for the moment, he was just nice enough, just friendly enough for the people in the park to find him approachable and trustworthy. And they did find him so, apparently, judging by the amount of crumpled dollars shoved in the metal can set up a few feet away from what she had deemed the danger zone of soapy water.

He was a skilled bubble maker, too, wielding two sticks and four strings with ease, a slow moving choreographed dance that resulted in long tubes of bubbles that had the children leaping with joy, eager fingers happy to pop the smaller bubbles that slid away from the larger ones on top. Some of the large bubbles were so impressive, so impossible, that the children  just stood there gaping, hands held back, eager popping fingers forgotten as they marveled at the creations.

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ALANNA J. RUBIN

Garret smoothed out his pinstripe suit as he took to the stage. He always felt a little paranoid at the beginning every performance, he felt certain that his props would be missing or not function properly. However, the pleasure he got from performing was always worth the initial anxiety. Before the curtains rose, he took a deep breath and adjusted his top hat, tonight was going to be his ultimate performance, he was going to make the largest bubble sculpture the world had ever seen. Garret pulled the wand out of the special solution of soap he had developed over the years and he felt the blood rush from his face. This was not his wand. Then he heard a mysterious deep laugh echo from above.

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A Bit Out of Hand – an ISG Writing Exercise

These words were chosen:

  • Tea
  • Popcorn
  • Plum

And these blurbs were written within five minutes….Enjoy! 🙂

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ALANNA J. RUBIN

Sarah picked up the tea pot and poured herself a cup of Earl Grey, her favorite, and sat down on the swing of her porch. It was a chilly night, so she pulled the plum colored fuzzy blanket across her lap. She had already brought out a bowl of popcorn and was ready to settle in for a while and relax from her crazy day. She thought back on it and frowned. Things got a bit out of hand, she was only going to cast a small spell to help get her paperwork done, but she had sneezed in the middle of the incantation and well, all the papers in the vicinity spontaneously went up in flame.

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LISA BARRY:

When Jon poured the tea that afternoon, Ellie noticed the strangest tug in her belly. Frowning, she spooned tea into her cup and watched him through her eye lashes as he spoke jovially to her brother Thomas about the upcoming match of some sport or another that boys tend to get into.

Ellie took a bite of plum biscuit and made a face before she remembered present company. She looked up and met Jon’s eyes. He winked at her then, her toes curled and her heart skipped. When he looked away to continue the popcorn string they were all making for the holiday ball, Ellie frowned once more.

What in the devil was going on? She felt this ridiculous draw to sit near him, to serve him biscuits or drag him outside for a walk. Elli glanced at her brother, Thomas and found him scowling at her. Her eyes went wide and he quickly looked between her and his friend.

Ellie’s mouth rounded as she sighed in realization.

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ANNE CARGILE:

“I really hate popcorn,” Marie said.  The toothpick she was using wasn’t working and only served to wedge the small hard shell farther up into her gum.

Sam snickered from the couch.  “Well, if you weren’t such a pig about it.”

“Watch it buster,” Marie warned. “Ow!” Marie had stabbed a little too hard and could taste the blood as it coated her tongue.  She took a sip of the iced tea that had been left on the counter to wash out the coppery flavor.  She gargled a little and then spit it into the sink.  Ugh, It was pretty bad she thought.

Sam walked up behind her and leaned over to look in the sink.  “Really got it bad, huh?”

“Be a plum and get me some floss, would you dear?” She asked.

Sam sighed.  “Fine.  But I get another hour on your lap when you’re done.”

“You poor kitten, never getting any love,” Marie consoled.  Sam got the feeling her sympathy wasn’t terribly sincere and hissed in annoyance.

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ERIKA LANCE:

“What the hell is that smell?” Violet asked covering her nose with the arm of her sweatshirt. She walked into the kitchen to see Matt pouring some sort of steamy sticky substance over popcorn.   

 

The smell grew worse the closer that she got to it. She clicked the fan on over the stove and then opened the small window letting in the frosty winter air.  

 

“So… What is it?” She said sounding just as annoyed as she felt. 

 

“Well” Matt started. The look on his face indicated he knew this was not already going to go well. “Remember how you wanted to try new things?” He asked and she nodded slowly. “Remember that you thought we could spice up movie night?” He waited for her to nod again but Violet simply tilted her head to the side. “Well… You love tea…” He breathed in deep “And plum tea to be exact” she felt her stomach begin to twist…. So, I made Plum Tea flavored popcorn… 

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DESIREE MATLOCK:

I was trying to find words to properly impart to my class the importance to American History of the Boston Tea Party when Principal Itiegha walked in and said that school was canceled for the day. Apparently, the government was down. Since going fully digital, it often did so. But we’d never gotten a snow day out of it. All the kids scanned themselves out, and started to get ready to wait in the pick-up room. Mr. Iteigha sent texts to all the kids to instead gather outside in the baseball field to watch history being made, but I was trying to get his attention, still rather miffed at having my lecture interrupted.

As the kids gathered, I tried talking to him about what a perfect opportunity it was to show a good American History movie, and that we had plenty of popcorn for a movie day, but he silenced me with an idle wave, his eyes never moving from the eastern sky.

Mr. Iteigha put his hand to his mouth as I joined him, along with many of the kids, in staring east. A bright pillar of light shot upward like a doric column from an oddly luminescent plum-colored cloud forming far on the horizon. I’d never seen anything like it.

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JM PAQUETTE:

Samantha considered the food on the table for a long moment, then turned to face the fairy in the kitchen. “Um, are you serving tea and popcorn?” At Martin’s eager expression, she tried to school her face, but he was too fast for her, flitting into the dining room and staring at her nervously.

“I was, yes, but should I not?” He glanced at the table, heavily laden with steaming teacups, the delicate china perched on small saucers that were filled with popcorn, the puffs surrounding each cup in a sea of white and yellow. Looking closer, she saw that the rim of each cup had a piece of sliced fruit wedged into it.

“Uh…” she began, trying to identify the fruit. “Are those plums?”
Martin’s normally pale face began to redden, a deep line of crimson working its way up from the collar of his white shirt. “Yes, plums and tea and corn are the cornerstones of civilized conversation,” he insisted, voice faltering as he saw her face, “but not so much in this realm, I gather.”

“It’s definitely going to spark some conversation,” she admitted, reaching for a cup and lifting it. The smell of herbal tea and fresh plums wafted–and it honestly wasn’t a bad combination.

The buttery popcorn sliding off the saucer and trailing on the table and surrounding floor, however, was another matter.

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Vampire Book Group – an ISG Writing Exercise

These words were chosen:

  • Cookie
  • Practical
  • Silver

And these blurbs were written within five minutes….Enjoy! 🙂

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DESIREE MATLOCK:

I brought a tray of cookies out to the living room, but there wasn’t any room on the coffee table beside the dozens of other goodies we had already brought out. I’d overdone it maybe, because I’d made it past silver and ceramic trays into the silly plastic kinds from the bottom of the cabinet.

Jess stopped me before I tipped something off the low table, “I think it might be more practical to bring in a folding table in from the garage and set it up against the wall. This Vampire Book Group probably won’t eat all of this, and they might need the space for their books or notes or whatever.”

“Sure, although this doesn’t even seem adequate for twenty people.”

“Oh, it’s more than adequate,” Jess said. I didn’t understand, but believed her. She’d asked me to host, something up with her apartment after all. She’d thanked me repeatedly for inviting them, but I was happy to help.

After we brought the table back, and I’d rearranged all the food, I asked Jess what book they were reviewing in the Book Club.

“Eat Pray Love,” she answered, helping me rearrange the tea tray.

“That’s not a Vampire book,” I said, confused.

Jess’ eyes seemed to be glowing somewhat as she turned to me, smiled oddly and responded, “No… it’s not.”

LISA BARRY:

Marni looked at the silver frosting on the cookie and wondered how the color was gotten. Did they put actual silver in the frosting? Wasn’t silver bad for the body? It was certainly bad for her body. Being a fairly new werewolf, Marni stayed as far from silver as she could. But would the cookie’s frosting have the same effect?

Roydan, her maker, was buying the bakery clean out of croissants. Apparently, the rival pack they were visiting had a fondness of the baked good and since they were trying to work out a truce, bring them seemed like a game booster.

Being a lawyer in her precious life, Marni was brought along as the practical and mostly law abiding XXX. She actually enjoyed it and hoped that they would come to an agreement that would get her a feather in her cap.

She preferred arbitrating too her courtroom law days and despite the pain of the change, this new life suited her well.

The smell of death brought her head down from the clouds and she glanced furtively around the bakery. Roydan had straightened she noticed but it was a new and different smell of death.

Roydan whispered for her ears only, “Vampire.”

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JM PAQUETTE:

Cookie considered the silver dress, which was more practical than the gold strings that were somehow supposed to cover key parts of her body. Still, she thought, holding the thin tube of silver mesh and lace out in front of her, the silver didn’t seem to do much more.

She cursed, knowing that even she called for another dress, the alien servant would just bring her something more outlandish, insisting that covering skin was rude, that the more material she wore, the more offended her hosts would be.

She glared at the metal band around her wrist, knowing that she still had hours to go before the machine teleported her back. She was going to give the Home Office so much crap for this when she got back.

Why did she have to end up in the stripper alien world? This place was clearly meant for Brittany; she stripped regularly and for fun, like on stage. She would know exactly what to do with those strings.

It’s because my name is Cookie, she fumed, dragging the silver “dress” over her head and struggling to make it fit properly. Everyone just assumed things.

She thought of her mother’s love for chocolate chips and baking and sighed. The world was a lot simpler back then, back before teleporting and galaxy hopping and Home Offices that judged people by birth names instead of previous professions or even current hobbies.

She took in her appearance in the mirror.

Not bad, she allowed. If she had to do this, at least she looked good by Home Office standards.

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ANNE CARGILE:

The coven sat around the table, waiting in eager anticipation for the return of their beloved, and long-lost member. The table was laid as if for high tea, and each witch (or warlock) sat with barely suppressed glee at the array of treats, cookies, and scones before them.

The food wasn’t just for indulgence, but also had a practical purpose. It was awfully difficult to get angry at a fellow witch (or warlock) when delightful blends of flour, animal fat, and sugar spun into deliriously decadent concoctions were melting on the tongue.

A witch with silver in her hair shifted a bit as the silence stretched out. The aromas of tea and cakes continued to create salivating mouths. A warlock gently wiped his mouth with a napkin. The clock chimed the hour, witching hour of course and all heads turned as one to the doorway as a small blue dragon flew in and settled on the mahogany chair at the end of the table.

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DARK LEGENDS Release Day!

Hi everyone! The annual Ink Slingers Guild book: Dark Legends released TODAY! It’s a *killer* read!

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The Ink Slinger’s Guild kills it once again with a creepy collection of short stories. Every story is required to have a pumpkin involved, in whatever way the author delights. 

House in the Wood by Alanna J. Rubin

Daegon Rell has mourned the loss of his love for centuries. When an unexpected package arrives, his perception of the past will be challenged and, perhaps, holds promise of a future he never thought possible.

Magyc and Mayhem at Winter’s Eve by Nicole DragonBeck

All summer Tillie Harper had dreamed of winning the green ribbon for her pumpkins at this years Winter’s Eve festival. In none of those dreams had she imagined doing anything like setting a demon loose in the little town of Lillihaven.

Immigrants by JM Paquette

When his mother-in-law died, Jeff expected to clean out her house. He did not expect to discover a secret that would cause him to question everything he knows about his wife.

Carving a Name for Oneself by Brandon Scott

A pumpkin carved: a life improved. But as with everything, there’s a cost. 

Ghosted by Desiree Matlock

Their online relationship seemed perfect, but then Rhys ghosted her. Now, on Halloween, he shows up out of the blue to fix things. All seems great except for the fact that he’s dead. Can Grace and her friends solve him from disappearing after Halloween ends? 

Diana by Erika Lance

It’s his DNA. It’s his fingerprint. But he has an alibi. What’s next?

Bloody Thursdays by Lisa Barry

Would the day end well for a change? Some days start off dull and end dull. Other days start off that way and then move to hope and then to death or maybe even to love. Grace’s day had changed so many ways she was a little worried about how it might end.

Special Bonus Story! 

Cracks and Tethers is a round robin ghost story; meaning several of these amazing authors wrote one after the other to create an entertaining read for you! 

You will love this book because who doesn’t love a mix of fun, thrills and Halloween!

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DARK LEGENDS Pre-Order!

Hi everyone! The annual Ink Slingers Guild book: Dark Legends releases on October 1st! We are sooooooo excited! It’s a *killer* read!

Just click on the image below and zip on over to Amazon to pre-order your copy!

The Ink Slinger’s Guild kills it once again with a creepy collection of short stories. Every story is required to have a pumpkin involved, in whatever way the author delights. 

House in the Wood by Alanna J. Rubin

Daegon Rell has mourned the loss of his love for centuries. When an unexpected package arrives, his perception of the past will be challenged and, perhaps, holds promise of a future he never thought possible.

Magyc and Mayhem at Winter’s Eve by Nicole DragonBeck

All summer Tillie Harper had dreamed of winning the green ribbon for her pumpkins at this years Winter’s Eve festival. In none of those dreams had she imagined doing anything like setting a demon loose in the little town of Lillihaven.

Immigrants by JM Paquette

When his mother-in-law died, Jeff expected to clean out her house. He did not expect to discover a secret that would cause him to question everything he knows about his wife.

Carving a Name for Oneself by Brandon Scott

A pumpkin carved: a life improved. But as with everything, there’s a cost. 

Ghosted by Desiree Matlock

Their online relationship seemed perfect, but then Rhys ghosted her. Now, on Halloween, he shows up out of the blue to fix things. All seems great except for the fact that he’s dead. Can Grace and her friends solve him from disappearing after Halloween ends? 

Diana by Erika Lance

It’s his DNA. It’s his fingerprint. But he has an alibi. What’s next?

Bloody Thursdays by Lisa Barry

Would the day end well for a change? Some days start off dull and end dull. Other days start off that way and then move to hope and then to death or maybe even to love. Grace’s day had changed so many ways she was a little worried about how it might end.

Special Bonus Story! 

Cracks and Tethers is a round robin ghost story; meaning several of these amazing authors wrote one after the other to create an entertaining read for you! 

You will love this book because who doesn’t love a mix of fun, thrills and Halloween!

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Short short – Seriously, Janet?

The Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. We hope you are as entertained as we!

I picked up the box, a standard size UPS delivery, and got back into the house before it started to shake and whine.

Whimpering from inside the package didn’t adequately deter me, much to my regret.

After all, the shipping alone had been absurd.

“But what did I expect, when I asked for 20 minute shipping?” I thought to myself as I set the box carefully on the table and ripped open the cheap packing tape.

The small furry head peeked up, ears pressed flat as it crawled free of the box. “Seriously, Janet?” the creature asked. “When I said I didn’t care how I got home, I didn’t think you’d use UPS. At least FedEx has ar conditioned trucks!”

FEATURED AUTHORS

Leading Line

LISA BARRY

Contributors

KALVIN

BRANDON SCOTT

DESIREE MATLOCK

JM PAQUETTE

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Short short – A Space Opera

The Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. We hope you are as entertained as we!

Looking out, she watched a nebula drift past off starboard side.

She let out a soft, contemplative “hmm” and looked at the picture of her late husband.

“Goodbye, dear,” she sighed as she pushed the button to release the small ash cloud into the between of space, annoyed with his extravagant final wish.

“Don’t worry,” she told the terrified woman bound on the floor at her feet. “You’re next. He never wanted to be without you in life – I can’t imagine he’d want to part with you now.”

She closed the hatch and let the air back in before turning to collect the woman. She frowned when she found the floor empty, screeching as her body fell backward into the airlock.

FEATURED AUTHORS

Leading Line

KALVIN

Contributors

BRANDON SCOTT

DESIREE MATLOCK

JM PAQUETTE

LISA BARRY

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Short short – Lots of Caffeine

The Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. We hope you are as entertained as we!

“There is no such thing as too much coffee,” he declared, vibrating in his chair.

“Sure there is,” she said, “you just have to learn to walk the fine line between addiction management and overdose.”

She studied the subtle tremors working up and down his arms – Definitely leaning toward overdose for this one. He had maybe a few hours left.

It was really sad to watch so much talent and high hopes be dashed by chemicals.

A sense of resolution was left to hang in the atmosphere of the chamber as she closed him in.

FEATURED AUTHORS

Leading Line

BRANDON SCOTT

Contributors

DESIREE MATLOCK

JM PAQUETTE

LISA BARRY

KALVIN

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Short short – Road to Rebellion Twist

The Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. We hope you are as entertained as we!

When I chose the strawberry gum, I did not expect the flavor that burst over my tongue.

For hours, my breath smelled of honeyed ham, and I was spitting out pieces of bone.

Of course, this had nothing to do with the gun – which tasted of pineapple – it was simply a Tuesday.

Tuesday, is of course human sacrifice day ever since the new overlords arrived and the taste was always hard to lose. Pig. Long pig.

One of these days, I would slip some bacon into their meal – no entity alive could resist the joy that is bacon. It was the first step on the long road to rebellion.

FEATURED AUTHORS

Leading Line

LISA BARRY

Contributors

KALVIN

BRANDON SCOTT

DESIREE MATLOCK

JM PAQUETTE

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Chaos – a Round Robin Writing Snippet

The Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. We hope you are as entertained as we!

She had the wrong idea about the nature of chaos.

The misconception, though, was remedied swiftly.

But for some reason, the voices were being recalcitrant tonight, and the alcohol only made them louder and more insistent, yammering about the end of the world and the coming of the Great Emptiness.

“This isn’t Chaos,” she told the voices loudly. “You can’t have lofty prophecies while jabbering on about grand plans and impending chaos.” She downed a shot and filled the glass again. She drank this one too, then gave up on the glass and went for the bottle. “Make up your bloody mind!”

With that, the voices unleashed true chaos, for 13 seconds, and up was down, the roar and the silence were deafening, the room went white hot and black and every shade between, then suddenly they stopped. She took a deep breath, crossed her arms and said, “You done now?”

And then there was complete and utter blissful silence. And she was suddenly lonely.

FEATURED AUTHORS

Leading Line

BRANDON SCOTT

Contributors

DESIREE MATLOCK

JM PAQUETTE

KALVIN

LISA BARRY

NICOLE DRAGONBECK

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