RyRy: A Fluffy Tale.RyRy: A Fluffy Tale.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Make your choice, Ryan."
Ryan felt Rylie scrutinized his expression as he faced her, irritation simmered silently beneath her blue-grey irises. Her usually kind voice had wearied into exasperation, as she repeated her question. "Well, which is it?"
"Right," he spoke thoughtlessly.
"Your right or my right?" Rylie asked, irked. She lifted her arms and shook the shirts, one in each of her hand.
"Mine." Ryan answered. There wasn't an erroneous reply to that question; it was made clear that he would return to their apartment that day with a few new clothes he hadn't asked for. Whether the buttons were made of clay or rubies, or if the shirt's color was green or more of a turquoise, he definitely couldn't be bothered.
"Really?" It was apparent that Rylie was more attentive. Her attention had diverted, annoyance transformed into a slight, but genuine, wonder. "You don't mind the flowered dots at the cuffs and hem of the shirt?"
Ryan hadn't noticed. He just wasn't too keen on selecting a blac
An Almost Christmas Story 3An Almost Christmas Story 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a time to be joyous. The evening of Christmas Eve had begun with a magical entrance. Flakes of ashen snow trickled under the pale sky, decorated with streaks of pink and purple hues that reflected from a grand sunset. Cold breeze easily filled the lonely streets, as most people had opted for the snug and toasty warmth of a home occupied by their family members.
Although this wasn't the case for Zack, he equally felt a great joy and relief. The strenuous mission had finally come to its end. Earlier, the squad spent a tiring five hours working to retrieve Marilyn Hutton's earrings, an impromptu mission thought in the nick of time. The plan was simple - sedate her, take hold of the jewelry and leave no evidence - but even a trivial error could blow their cover. Zack supervised his team from the reconnaissance vehicle, as the rest spread out to play their roles. As Ryan watched over the perimeter, Nicky and Dawn blended in the afternoon Christmas Eve function as guests. Dawn managed
Zava: The UnexpectedZava: The Unexpected2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Author's note: Setting is Zack and Ava's first mission, way before the group even started.
A midnight blue shade colored the sky, with stars shining far in between. The night grew quieter - too quiet for Zack's liking. He had been waiting in the alleyway between a few abandoned warehouses since dusk. He was tipped off earlier that the ominous dark trade had chosen that spot tonight. Much like a black market, the items offered for purchase were illegal and often times dangerous. The underground affair wasn't of Zack's interest though; instead, he was pursuing a possible suspect whom he believed would be there.
Zack heard three loud plops, much like water dripping that echoed through the alleys. All of the sudden, people appeared from different nooks and crooks and began to fill the once-deserted pathway. Each of them adorned some sort of guise: be it a cloak, fedora or a fake mustache - as long as they appeared unrecognizable. A buzz of excitement rose as the trading started. Zack pulle
RyRy: Mrs HarrisRyRy: Mrs Harris2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The woman in the kitchen gave a small jump, as if she had forgotten that there was a party of people for her in the next room. She turned to give him a warm smile. “Why Ryan, I didn’t realize you were there. Can I get you something? Are you hungry?”
Ryan shook his head. If anything, he should be reminding her and Rylie to eat. Rylie herself had been so silent, Ryan wasn’t sure if she had a bite.
“Someone was asking for you,” he said curtly.
“Who was it, dear?”
“I’m... not sure.” To him, everyone at the gathering looked the same. Same frowns, same murmuring manner of speaking, same apparel colour.
“Thanks for telling me Ryan, I’ll be out once I’m finished with the dishes.” She smiled in her black dress and returned to her view above the sink. Hearing the tap water running above the plates and mugs, Ryan knew that it was time for him to leave. But his feet wouldn’t b