Copy ThatDamn that copy machine, Lucinda thought. It's always jamming on me! She started to pull out the complicated drawers and covers, looking for the single paper causing the jam. There's nothing there, she thought.She kneeled down, weary of ripping her pantyhose. "I don't see anything and there's nothing wrong!" She mumbled aloud."I'm seeing something from here." Owen said, staring down at her behind.Lucinda tried to stand back up, but fell towards the carpet."Careful there," he said, drinking his latte. "Machines can be tricky.""You could help me up.""But then who would hold my coffee?""The table maybe? Or the intern you've been sleeping with.""Nah, that's ok, got work to do, laters Luc.""Don't call me that!" She picked herself up. The machine still continued to complain about a phantom jam. Lucinda gave it a swift kick with her heel. The report she needed to print came swiftly out.
MagiciaDance magic, dance! The wizard chanted in a low whisper. Sparks and streams of light bubbled around the fire, coming to life at the wizard's call. The lights swirled around the pit and flames, sparks flying away.The wizard rolled his hands a few times, conjuring up a second set of radiance. The two twirled and danced around the robed man
China Eggs"What does that have to do with the price of eggs in China?" My mom would always say when our conversations would go off tangent.So one day, I decided to find out the price of eggs in China.Surprisingly, they are affordable.
Kitchen LoveThere once was a coffee pot in love with a microwave. He could have loved any other appliance, but he loved her the most.He loved the way she lit up she had to work, warming the food of her masters. He loved the sound of her voice when she was done, announcing the end of the warming cycle. It was a chorus of angels to his ears. He loved the warm feeling he felt when she would glance his way.One day, she could not perform her duties. She was cracked, the glow within her dimmed. Then one day, she was gone.The coffee pot became sad, making bitter coffee. Until one day, he followed the same destiny as the microwave.And together, they met in the Land of Fil.
OverWithin a shoe box, her entire life was held. No, that's a lie. It was only the part of her life with him. The part that mattered to her.She took out the photos, the trinkets, the memories. She smiled at each one; the roller coaster picture, the silly and steamy photo booth strips, the caught off guard shots, and the one of him sleeping peacefully.She unburied the dried roses and flowers, special occasion cards, doodles, the small gifts. Each one held a special meaning.Love letters lined the bottom; notebook paper, napkins, all kinds of paper. The folds ironed into the pulp. Her eyes glanced over the forgotten words, resurfacing the pleasures and pains.She packed it all away, closed the lid, and threw it into the fireplace.
The KingMy magnificent city is a glorious triumph over Mother Nature. Strength and determination will over the forces that which try to deter us from the course. Nay, I said, we would build. And we will build until the sweat off our brow falls unto our dead comrades' graves. And even then, we will prosper, expanding our reaches until the skies. Nay! Beyond the heavens. Farther than God himself.It will be glorious, my people.Glorious indeed.
ComfortShe comes home everyday crying.I nuzzle against her leg.She fakes a smile, says I'm alright.I follow her to the bedroom.She lies down and stares at a photo.I call out to her.She doesn't respond.I jump up to her side, calling out again.She says Tom, why doesn't he love me?I purr.She smiles, Thank you, Tom.