E. J. Strange
I am new to the writing community but hope to publish a novel one day. I am simple minded and sucker for romance.
Don't Be Afraid to Ask For It
“How can I help you today, sir.” I greeted my first customer of the day at the door. The man looked like a deer in headlights. He was shirking off his reaction to say, ‘no thanks,’ because in fact he needed help and for whatever reason he was not expecting that help from me, “Um, I am looking for a car.” He finally answered.
Sleazy car salesgirl
“I want to be a car salesperson,” says no one, ever. No kid in kindergarten has dreams of grandeur in the automotive sales industry and it’s a profession that is generally ignored. When it's not being ignored it’s being revered negatively. There are movies on how fucked up our souls are and anyone who has bought a car can tell you how sleezy we are. It’s funny because we thought the same thing you did. In fact, every car salesperson I have ever talked to has said, “I didn’t want to be in car sales.” So why did we stick around?
Bride of a Water God
Clouds plumed forth from my breath as I huffed out the chilly air. Winter had a way of dampening everything including sound, so my huff was not heard. I gave sideways glance up. Well maybe it was heard, but the emotions, too, were prone to the frost. The way his hunched shoulders told me that he had heard and refused to address it. He continued to hack at the thick plate of ice trying to make a hole in the center of the pond.
The Devil and the Debutant
The green ethereal glow that the moon cast through the polluted fog cast Lord John in a wicked light and Jane found herself looking at demon. ‘Her demon’ she thought as her stomach flipped and fluttered under his smoldering stare. She couldn’t tell if he was angry with her for her boldness or driven mad by it. She had never seen a lustful look cross a man’s face, but her primitive instincts knew, and they begged to have more than just that look. There were no words for what she was experiencing, and no one had told her the smoldering side to romance.
The Devil and the Debutant
The woman on the balcony had been a candle’s light in the night. She had flickered bright against the abyss of the night; darkening everything else the longer you stared at her. The lamps indoors and outside had cast shadows compared to her bright brilliance. Embarrassment flooded The Duke of Portland as he realized how he had been drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He was grown man for pities sake he knew how odious an infatuation could be. He ought to have known how to recognize and eradicate it. He hadn’t though, though. He stood there like a fool gawking at her and now he replayed that look she gave the sky and the way she had seductively closed her eyes and suck in the crisp night air.
The Devil and Debutant
Jane's dress weighed her down in both body and spirit. A woman always knows when she is beautiful, and that knowledge could make even the most heavily laden woman move like she floated on a cloud. Jane was not floating. She was drowning in the ugly yellow froths aware of how washed out the color made her look. However, the material had been of the bargain variety, which made it look oh so wonderful to her mother. Jane knew her place and did not have the funds to provide her own dress, so she had resignedly worn the damn thing.
Don't ask for my name
Call me mental, but I loath when people ask for my name right off the bat. I get this sour knot at the pit of my stomach and I recoil at the person inwardly. I instantly don’t trust them, and I perceive them as controlling and manipulative. It is a violently negative reaction that I don’t share with anyone. Afterall it is the social norm to start pleasantries with names. To me, though, there is nothing pleasant about such an exchange.
Sleazy Car Salesgirl
We all want a good deal. We all love sales and feeling like we got the most value for the least. I 100% get it. I haggle where I can, and I use coupons on the regular, so I really do understand the want/need to get a good deal. What I don’t understand is some of the stupid shit my customers do thinking that it will get them a good deal. It does the opposite. It pisses me off and then I spend the rest of the deal figuring out how to get the managers to kick them out or I tell my managers to rip them off. I really can’t stand people being nasty and shady. I am trying to do my part to help them, but if they want to be difficult, I don’t mind fallowing suit.
The Devil and the Debutant
The Duke of Portland’s affairs were not as far in the dregs as he had originally been led to believe. It took only a little investigating to learn that the estate, all though disorganized and inefficient, was still prosperous and therefore lucrative. It took only a few weeks of browbeating, bribing, and throwing his title about for the people to realize he was no ordinary Duke and that he would not neglect what was his.
Shhhhwwwwt. My first cut is always slow and cautious. The snip is drawn out and always seems to ring out loudest in my head. It is satisfying and full of hope as the first-string falls limp to my lap. I see the future and it is bright for my friendship bracelets. From there it is short, clipped snip, snip, snips, as I wheeled my yellow handled scissors over my choice of colored twines.
The Devil and The Debutant
Jane stared longingly at the decadent chocolate cake perfectly decorated with intricate patterns of corded piping. Her stomach, to her embarrassment, roared out its want to devore more than the tiny sliver passed down to her. She looked down at her morsal hoping no one had heard and waited for everyone to have a piece before she could take her first bite.