Tell Me MoreMaybe someday I’ll forget how he’d look at me, burying half his face in the pillow. His hair’d cover the bridge of his nose but his exposed green eye would be looking up at me. He’d just flop over and look at me like that, lying on his stomach. Laying next to me in bed. Sometimes I’d turn my back to him and lay on my side, way at the end of my double bed, which somehow still felt far away. Sometimes when I’d turn away, not long after I’d feel his hand snake around my hip and onto my stomach. He’d pull me close to him. I’d turn and kiss him. His lips are always so soft and he always kissed me so delicately, every time. He didn’t like to cuddle but he’d let me nestle against his right side and fall asleep anyway. He’d put a shitty movie on my Netflix and watch it while I comfortably fell asleep in his arm. I don’t know if he’ll miss that. I don’t even know what I mean to him.Tell Me More1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
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Wolf Creek Character Study - Jason AmirMeet Jason AmirWolf Creek Character Study - Jason Amir1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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Jason Amir's toothy grin is well known and loved around Wolf Creek. The CEO of Howler started with the company twelve years ago when he joined their team as a project engineer. Jason was recruited for his great attention to detail which includes memorizing names and faces. He takes great pride in being able to surprise the common fur with greeting them by name and asking questions like an old friend.
Jason's amazing memory makes it easy for him to track costs and keep potential problems at bay. He rarely goes over his budget, and he's kept a copy of each one of these rare instances as a badge of shame posted in his utilitarian office. He manages to work through several inches of paperwork submitted by employees every day as well as juggling clients, shareholders, and community leaders.
"I can't force my employees to spend hours of their time for a report unless I spend time reading it," the jackal CEO says as he sorts the papers d
Root VegetablesMy biological mother’s name is Anna and my father is Peter. They met in high school when she was sixteen. He was her first kiss, I think. I’m not sure if she was his. At the time of my conception, they had known each other for two years. I don’t know why he was home from college in the middle of a semester, but I imagine that my mother was the light in the dark depths of February, I imagine it had something to do with her her thick curls, her hazel eyes, her tender mouth shaped just like mine, here. I imagine it was her laugh that he loved the most.Root Vegetables14 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My mother did not laugh when I came into this world and into her hands. She held me for seven long days with tears down her cheeks, her hands still and paralyzed with the weight of the decision before her. She loved me so much, I know. But at eighteen she wrestled with depression and anxiety that vined around her and settled stones into her belly where I had once grown. At eighteen, she held a child in child’s hands.