Author: Every Writer

Three-thirty sharp. A shrieking tea kettle. Over the roof tops if floated. A constant in my life. A stranger?s daily routine. On temporary assignment in London, my American company rented me a flat in the East End.

The spaghetti dropped onto the table with a fierce plop. Bob blinked.

I am applying to be the main hero of this fairy tale.

The acrid smells of cigarette butts and stale beer hover above the music blaring from the jukebox and the noisy banter on an early afternoon in the Windhoek pub.

The initial paperwork was signed a year to the day after they met. This was seen as proper protocol. Both parties were far from satisfied with the partnership but the merger went ahead anyway, they both had something to gain after all

He was attractive in a rugged, older sort of way. I think I heard someone say he was twenty-six. I wore my cutest red top the next day, the one that shows off my chest without being slutty.

It was nearly evening when a young albino came to the caf? that I was in and sat down at one of the tables.

The White Suit by Marijke Hillmann

?Penny,? said she.

?Chickens. I was thinking of Jeff and Jen.?

?They?re not ??

“Hurry, we got to go!”

“No, wait, my shoe…”

“Tie them in the car.”

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The pain comes suddenly. It spears the underside of her swollen stomach and ripples outward in shock waves that rock her to her knees, months too soon in its arrival for the welcome to be a warm one.

The doctor was surprised. Looking up from his clipboard, he watched a girl rise from her waiting room chair, the arm of a seated boy gently guiding her as she stood. Without looking at the intake form, the doctor guessed they were fifteen or sixteen