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Retribution: Chapter 16
The last few days of August blurred into the first few days of September. On these days, the sun rose behind a cloud of reddish mist to greet dusty and oppressively hot days. Heat waves could be seen at street level and the dusty wind did little cool things down.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
Breakaway
When Marissa Walker was only 19 years old, she meets an attractive teaching assistant named Peter Townsend who is going through a divorce with his wife Nicole. She asks him to look over a film she did with her friend Tatum Shipman and he accepts. Peter becomes attracted to Marissa and tries to get to know her. She and Peter spend time together in class every day. Peter reveals to her is divorcing his wife Nicole due to their differences and he recalls getting married so young was a mistake and that he isn’t ready for that much commitment. She consoles him and telling him that it will get better. Smitten by her words, he kisses her but she pulls away from him and leaves.
By Leah Rowell9 years ago in Humans
The Hamiltons: Part 1
Eliza Hamilton smoothed the skirt of her new ball gown. The latest fashion was for high waists and a straight, column like silhouette. Gone were the tight corsets and immense panniers of her girlhood. All of the fashionable ladies in London and Paris were now dressing like figures from Ancient Greek vases.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
Babygirl, Don't Lie
"Trust me...I'm a doctor," he whispered softly; his warm breath against my neck making me shudder. His tall, thin stature and slicked back brunette hair was almost irresistible. The way he would push himself against me just to reach around for a pen at the nurse's station already had my knees weak. His breathing was gentle and slow, his head pressed against my neck as he stood behind me, bending over to get to it.
By Hayley Kennedy9 years ago in Humans
Once More
Guilt. The tormenting being that lurks inside all of us, poking at us, and reminding us of our failures. Day in and day out. It pulls us from our slumber, out of our lollipop daydreams back into the nightmare of reality.
By Jai Storm9 years ago in Humans
Fire is Not a Toy
Annie. Fin. 2 paths. 2 lives. High in the mountains the birds are calling. Gently waking each other from their slumber as they rise for a new day. The goats bray as the goat herds lead them up the craggy hills and along a winding path a girl with hair the colour of the rising sun treads carefully over the morning frost. This is Annie.
By Midah Walter9 years ago in Humans
Retribution: Chapter 10
When the rainy weather passed, days of sun and heat took their place as May turned into June. Finding a few hours to rest between rehearsals and the performance in the evening, Adèle was lounging and reading fashion magazines in a pillow laden hammock hanging among bowers of white rose bushes.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
In Front of The Help.
The first time I felt superior towards someone was while working a summer job at the local Target. My cashier’s job gave me enough pocket money to buy too many cups of coffee at the nearby gas station, a pack of cigarettes per day and gas for my scooter. I was quite young and very insecure. Our boss was a severe, angry man who would scold anyone he could corner and he’d start every day by yelling at his employees. It was like any other morning at the store. I had been working there for a bit over a month. During my second month there, our boss hired a few new summer employees just like me. I sat at the cashiers chair and the customers kept lining up. People would sigh and tap their foot because it was taking me such a long time to figure out a missing price on a clay plant pot. With my shaky voice I called for help through the in-house speaker. No-one came to my rescue. I called for “Staff to cash register number 2” the second time and finally one of the new girls ran over to me. She was very beautiful with a long brown wavy hair and she was a few years older than I was. She smiled and sat down next to me and started ringing people up. The endless line of sulky, impatient people was gone in just a few moments. She was leaving and as she smiled at me I snapped at her: “Next time you better come the first time I call for you!”
By Teija Dee9 years ago in Humans
Retribution: Chapter 9
Later that evening, Marianne came home from work. It was very late and she knew that she could get a shower in. From her room, she grabbed a slip, towel, and her toiletry bag.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
Retribution: Chapter 8
On Thursday evening, Mimi d’Aubrey went to visit her sister Catharine Mathieu. "Hello Mimi," Catharine said as the maid brought her into the pristine white kitchen.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
Retribution: Chapter 7
A few days later, Eulalie approached Augustin again in the courtyard. "Shouldn't you be in school?" He asked her. "I skipped today." she answered nonchalantly.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
Marco
Then, to my surprise, I met Marco. I was going for lunch every day at the canteen from the University of Amsterdam, and so was he. He had been smiling at me and me at him. We just couldn’t ignore each other anymore. We were aware of each other’s existence. How can you ignore a friendly stranger?
By Lara Alice9 years ago in Humans