The Blind Date
Kate Sanderson gave her reflection one last critical look. Ocean-colored eyes stared back at her, the pupils rimmed with gold in a way that made them appear vaguely cat-like. She’d gone easy on her make-up, wearing only mascara and a thin coating of pink gloss. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a complicated twist, though pieces were already beginning to escape here and there.
The First Lady
The woman who would one day be coined the “Ruff Ryders’ First Lady” grew up in the housing projects of Philadelphia. Eve Jeffers—or, more simply, Eve—began her career as a teenager, singing in a band called D.G.P, or the Dope Girl Posse.
Message in a Bottle
Off to the left, Nick Sawyer could see remnants of the long abandoned railway, its rusted metal trusses glittering in the mid-morning sun. Over the years those old bridges had been turned into walking trails or fishing piers, some missing a span or two and all in varying stages of neglect and disrepair. As he passed he could see the weathered fishermen casting their lines, shiny lures sparkling in the air before splashing down and disappearing beneath the crystal blue water.
NFL: Notorious Food Lover
Disclaimer: I don’t like football. There. I said it. Watching a bunch of men in padded leggings run around tackling each other just isn’t my idea of a good time. To me, football seems to consist of long stretches of boredom, occasionally punctuated by brief bursts of action. I've also never been able to figure out what the majority of the team is actually doing, other than standing on the sidelines slapping butts and drinking Gatorade.
- Second Place in The Mystery of Bitcoin Challenge
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“Because sometimes, even if you know how something’s going to end, that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the ride.” — Ted Mosby
The Perfect Day
“Beth, you won!” Shelley’s face is pink with excitement as she bursts into my office. “Won?” I echo, giving her a blank look. “Won what?”
The Dog Who Loves to Dig
“Mick!” I shout, my voice reverberating across the yard. “Stop it!” My dog, as usual, completely ignores me. His little paws churn furiously as he moves around the hole he’s digging, dirt flying out behind him. I groan, resigning myself to crossing our new backyard and dragging him into the house. I give another half-hearted yell of warning, but I know it’s futile—the dog loves to dig.