In Dire Need of Forgetting
Rosalie Evers hated restaurants like this. Everyone knows the type; white tablecloth, red carpet, yellow candles, and a golden chandelier glistening slightly too high for proper appreciation. Sitting at her own uncomfortably crisp table, she sighed and pulled out her phone.
Where Love Begins
I've known Matt for over ten years. We met at freshman orientation in college and became fast friends. After graduation, we were lucky enough to land jobs at the same company, and our friendship only deepened.
An Open Letter to Who I Used to Be
To anyone reading this: This is a letter that I've decided to write to myself at this time last year, when we didn't know what the actual hell COVID-19 was going to bring in the coming months, or how serious this pandemic actually was. I remember that I was super unsure about what the next steps in our lives would be, and I remember just feeling like everything had flipped upside down, and that I just somehow had to deal with it. So, now that I've lived through whatever 2020 was, I wanted to write a letter to myself that I would've loved to have.
Un Sueno en Rojo
Grace lounged on her plush crimson sofa. She absently ate cherries from a bowl on her coffee table, relishing the last fruits of the season. The dark red juices left sweet traces on her full lips as she twirled a stem between her thumb and her forefinger. Her gaze fixed upon the white canvas on the easel in the middle of the room, the easel’s thin wooden legs dividing the room into unequal parts, like the way her mind felt divided and separated and pulled apart.
Does Every Couple Have a "That's Us" Couple?
Does every couple have a couple they look at and say, "Oh yeah, that's just like us!"? If you read that question and immediately thought of a famous (or not) couple that you compare to you and your partner, I guess that helps get me closer to an answer about how many people do that!
How COVID Helped Me Love My Body
COVID changed just about everything last year. I consider myself lucky to have my health, but the pandemic changed the landscape of my body in a way that I struggled to come to terms with for a long time.
November 28,2035 Curfew was fast approaching in the streets of New York. Times Square began to lull as I made my way down 44th street. The number of people on the streets was sparse. Too many businesses are closed permanently than ever before. So much loss for a city that was once filled with so much life. I remember the lights of Times Square before the virus. They were so bright that it felt like daylight even at 10 pm. Now they are dimmed and will soon be turned off completely by 8 pm when curfew begins. A new normal that I've grown used to.
A Definitive Ranking of Dating Apps
Take it from me (or don’t, really it’s your call) that girl who was a part-time swiper, full-time third wheel. The girl who constantly got asked “how are you single?!” (sidenote- for what it’s worth, do NOT ask single people such dumb and borderline insulting questions), and promised to be set up by every friend, aunt, uncle, coworker, barista, and stranger on the street. The one who was passively swiping but also secretly kind of loving the single life, I KNOW dating sites (at least the free ones). While all of my friends were settling down, getting married, and having kids, I was dabbling in online dating, apps, and sharing dinners with my cat. But the strange thing was- I was okay with it! In the end, I walked away relatively unscathed and currently dating the dude of my dreams (barf) who I met- not so surprisingly- on one of those apps. Let’s take a deep dive into my ranking of online dating as we travel through my short, and brutally honest, segment “Are These Even Worth It?”
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Just another day
Just another day. So, it’s just you and me, I sigh, another day, another endless night, I glance at my lap top, he doesn’t agree, he flashes me wonderful photographs of the beautiful Libourne region in south west of France. I know his game! It’s in anticipation that something will catch my eye and make me reach out and click on one of these wonderful chateaux, or maybe a gastronomic restaurant that could offer me real French cuisine and wine?
Thing's Most Teenagers Worry About
Things most teenagers worry about In conclusion, well this list could probably go on and on. But I am going to talk about things, that I as a teenager most often worry about, and I'm sure a lot of others can agree with. Picture yourself in your room, at 13 years old. Just doing “teen” things. Your mom keeps calling your name, and to you it’s the most annoying thing ever! You finally go and see what she wants, and then continue doing your “teen” things. She keeps coming in your room and you finally just burst because she's being so “annoying’ right? Your now 22, and your now on your 3rd time trying to call her to tell her you just hit a curb, LOL. Now, it's annoying when she won't answer you, or acknowledge you. It's funny how the tables turn, right? Every day I worry about losing my mom, and I regret being so mean to her when I was little. Because I thought talking to my “friends” was more important. When in reality, she's my best friend. Don’t be hard on yourself though, because if you're reading this right now, I guarantee you just related to what I wrote. It, is, normal.
My Dream Date
My Dream Date We glide in silence. My father had always taught the significance of self-reflection. Every day for ten minutes of silence, I would reflect and meditate on the good in my life and how I learned from each moment. I remember him saying. Reflect on the good times. Reflect on the good that also comes out of the bad. Know the worth of life experience. Know the worth of reflections in silence.
Abigale Applegate Buttersmith stood in the fairgrounds landing strip, which was really just a cleared area of genetically cloned lawn planted to look like a field on Old Earth. It had what they called the “Fresh Mown Scent” which almost made her gag, but it had a nice intense verdant color rarely seen on the Planet Bradbury. The object of her focus, the reason she was not with the others at the party having a good time, flopped before her: Trebby. Trebby, also known as Bartholomew Bertram Buttersmith, her on again and off again ex husband, sat encased in forty-five kilos of augmented baby blue sugar floss. Currently, they were on their first date since their last divorce. Their status could change again, though, depending on the night and if he kept his mouth shut.
Be Careful What You Wish For
I was four minutes late. Normally, I would count this as being on time but if my date’s text was anything to go by, four minutes was a lifetime. He sounded annoyed.
The Tinted Glass By Deveney Marshall
It was a misty Thursday evening in New Orleans. The sun was close to setting and gave the sky a magical haze of pink and golden tones that only a rainy day in NOLA could have. The smell of rain lingered on everyone’s nose as they perused up and down a tranquil Magazine Street. On Magazine sat a quaint bar, famous amongst the locals for its array of wines and beignets. It was one of those bars that lured you inside with its mystic ambiance. Passersby would admire the patrons of the bar, commenting on how everyone inside looked so cultured. The type of people who have memories of traveling to cities like Paris and Milan. Strollers looking in envisioned the people who frequented the bar were famed authors, designers, painters and had come to the city to find inspiration for their latest masterpiece.
To Shine In a Starring Role
So, Jared dumped me over the phone even though he lives like two blocks away and he could have easily done it in person like an adult. He’s not an adult, though, not really, so I guess I can’t hold it against him.
And then she was gone. I was never going to see her again. Or so I thought. One day in a restaurant in Chicago; a place I had only spoken of in adjectives. No name, no street address, just the story of a place I once loved to go to. On that day I walked into the small bar that was once a true speakeasy which was why I always remembered it in story but not in name. I took the small winding staircase down to the lower level where it had more of a lounge feeling rather than a loud bar like the upstairs area. I sat down at an empty table for two in the corner of the room and ordered a glass of Merlot. As I waited for my server to return with my drink I looked around the room and remembered the things that made this place a favorite of mine my eyes caught the side of her face. I couldn’t be sure it was her, it had been nearly 20 years since she disappeared from my life without a trace. But as she lifted the bottle of Merlot to refill her glass, I saw the tattoo on her arm that she got when we were on a trip in Thailand. I knew it was her. I slowly stood up from my table and walked over to hers. As I approached her table I said her name, “Samantha?”. She turned to look at me and for a moment I looked into the eyes of the woman I’d been mourning for decades.
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