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Twist of Fate
The light squeak of the corkscrew seemed to echo through the empty kitchen. Georgia’s left hand stabilized the bottle of Merlot while she slowly cranked the top with her right, watching as the arms rose to the top in accolade of the process. Placing a hand on each of the raised arms, she slowly lowered them and watched as the cork raised up and out of the bottle. With a soft ‘pop’ she pulled upwards and relieved the bottle of its oppressor. She glanced again at the clock that read 7:30 PM. Forty-five minutes late, with a sigh she rolled her eyes and grabbed a large wine glass.
By Bobi Larson6 years ago in Humans
The Last First Date
As a waitress for far too long now, Julia had seen her fair share of odd couples, but on a breezy Wednesday afternoon, one had caught her eye. A man in his mid twenties was accompanied by an older woman. She didn’t have striking features like many of the surgeon sculpted faces who frequented the restaurant. Curiously though, it was difficult to gauge her age. Julia could tell she was older by the fine wrinkles that framed her almond shaped eyes and the sparse white hairs on her head that glistened from the chandeliers. More so, her maturity was felt by a serene radiance when she sauntered towards the reception counter and the refined manner in which she spoke. She reminded her of the luminous grace of old Hollywood starlets.
By J Walker6 years ago in Humans
The Dinner Cruise
Jeff watched her walk down the steel gangplank, her shoes tapping hard as if she was in a rush. She slipped a little as she stepped off the end. He wondered at a woman who would wear high heels on a dinner cruise. Not just because of the damage to the decks, but the rocking if the waves got a little rough out on the bay. Clearly, she had overdressed.
By Nancy Townsend6 years ago in Humans
Joneee, Mis-tique and the Magical Merlot
“Take us uptown.” We told the taxi driver to take us from our Atlantic City hotel jobs to a low slung building that hugged the earth like a crab. We had to get out of there. I could feel the heartbeat of the music as we pulled up, “boom, ta-boom, boom, boom, ta-boom.” It ripped through my body and triggered that all too familiar, dangerous anticipation.
By John Bowen6 years ago in Humans
It all started with a glass of merlot
“Let’s hang out, just us girls...it will be fun!” I should have known, it’s never ‘just fun’ with Cass. With her dark, brown hair and her hazel, stormy eyes - Cassandra attracts chaos to her everywhere she goes.
By Lexi C.6 years ago in Humans
Table 33
I stared tentatively into a pocket mirror at my bedraggled black curls and suspicious-looking bust lip. Eyeing the swollen skin, I ran my fingers across the jagged edges of the cut; wincing as I accidentally touched the sweet spot.
By Outrageous Optimism 6 years ago in Humans
Dear diary
'Dear diary, It just occurred to me that I'm 26 and still do the 'dear diary' crap. Is this one of the reasons why I've been on five first dates this month?
By gustello x6 years ago in Humans
The Breck Girl in the Silver Frame
“OK. You know my secret. I wear your underwear.” This November 1983 L.A. Weekly personal ad said it all. Clarice spun her Rolls Royce out of the circular driveway into the Bel Air neighborhood. She waved to her husband, hoping he would return his attention to gardening. His muddied knees were littered with the remains of his hobby, their rose bushes.
By Claire-France Perez6 years ago in Humans
Dante’s truth
The sound of the buzzer echoed throughout my tiny apartment. My heels clicked loudly as I scurried across the terrazzo floor toward the intercom. “Hello?” I said into the intercom, knowing darn well who was on the other end. “It’s Dante” he said in his velvety smooth voice. I buzzed him in and took a big gulp from my glass of Merlot. I had poured myself a glass earlier to help calm my nerves as I got ready for my first date with Dante. His arrival, his voice over the intercom frazzled my nerves all over again. I could believe I agreed to dinner with such a vial man. Smooth and devastatingly handsome sure but looks can be deceiving. Dante was the most self serving, conceited and deceitful man I had ever know. So why was a I nervous? Because rather than make my skin crawl the way the thought of him should he caused my skin to tingle. There were flutters in my stomach and a quickness in my heart whenever he was near. My body betrayed me! My mind knew to despise him somehow the rest of me didn’t agree. I heard a light tapping on the door. I opened it to find Dante on the other side. He was wearing a navy blue pinstripe suite. The color brought out his steel blue eyes and looked amazing against his mocha colored skin. Those eyes took me in slowly from head to toe. He made no attempt to hide his gaze. It was brazen. I rolled my eyes at him, annoyed to be looked at like a menu. He laughed and gently took my chin in tilted my face to meet his steely eyes. “You ready for me?” he asked with a smirk. I shook his hand off and backed away. The butterflies in my stomach having some sort of fit. “I’m ready for dinner if that’s what you mean” I snapped. He chuckled and picked up my purse with his index finger and gestured it towards me. I snatched it away and put it on my arm. He offered me his arm and I linked my free arm with his. A shiver ran though me as his arm grazed my hip. Whether my reaction was repulsion or lust I wasn’t sure. We left my modest little Mediterranean apartment and walked out to his Porsche. Moments later we were cruising through the Hollywood hills on our way to dinner. The sun was setting in the distance and the air was warm. If I didn’t despise Dante so much I would have been enjoying the moment.
By AJ Brown6 years ago in Humans
After the Wine
Mia is an 18-year-s an old girl in her first year of college. Usually, she is reticent and gets good grades. And that's why she never has much free time, but the little she has, she usually doesn't know what to do with it. One day decides to go out to a party on her own She Looks at her watch. It's 9 o'clock at night. Mia starts to get ready to go out; when she arrives, she meets some friends at the party, and they all dance together. They have a great time, suddenly notices that it is 4 AM in the morning the party ends at 5, but she decided to leave early At the exit, she is approached by a not very tall boy with light brown eyes and, he is only a little bit taller than her. Mia is 167. He must be 170, his name is Andre he studied architecture they talk about their life, then asks her, what are you going to do now Mia? I'm going back home, it's already 5 AM and tomorrow I have classes.
By Pame Molina6 years ago in Humans
The Right One
I didn’t want to go. At least I didn’t want to go alone. It was one of those quick dating deals where you meet each guy for five minutes. I was thirty-five and thrust back into the dating system after the guy I thought was the “one” told me he had found his soul mate. I kept wondering why I wasn’t the soul mate—what made someone else better than me? I just wanted to stay at home in cozy pajamas on the couch watching Dateline and sipping a good glass of merlot.
By Elle Schreier6 years ago in Humans
Nirvana is in the Merlot
I was walking along the dreary Melbourne street. It was a typical spring night and the sounds of the city buzzed and hummed around me, all familiar noises, yet something about tonight made them sound different. There was a new shine to the streetlights, a sweeter scent in the air, and the normally muted colours seemed brighter. I’d walked this street more times than I could count, however never in anticipation of a date. Maybe that was why everything looked better.
By Chanelle Joy6 years ago in Humans