Stories tagged “emerald”

  • fritz & zooey reinvented

    Zooey tried to remember the last time she showered as she finger combed stringy locks of dark hair absently while lounging on an emerald armchair. Her bedhead had given her a chameleon-like ability among her fellow unwashed wannabe-hipster neighbors. I...

  • morning salutations

    With a swift gesture, the lid was ripped ferociously away from the coffee canister. Grinds were measured with a bent spoon, poured and spilled thoughtlessly in all the wrong places until they finally were aimed into the filter. Zooey pushed the brew bu...

  • the morning after

    More banging and groaning persisted. The figure reemerged and made its way towards the armchair’s fellow, the bedsheets dragging slowly behind, picking up unswept patches of dust in its trail. “Morning Fritz, dear,” Zooey sang out che...

  • Eyes Can Tell Alot About Someone's Past...

    I was thrilled when she asked for my name! I hadn’t even expected her to talk to me. “I’m Nathaniel.. I’m sorry for staring at you all day, I just can’t help but be interested in someone new. Not much happens around here.....

    • Author: Bartimaeus
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Quiet Voice in Shadow

    “Interesting choice,” came a whispered commentary as she pulled the glorious gem from its resting place. A litany of swear words ran through her mind though she forced herself to stay silent, eyes forward as she pocketed the thing of beauty...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted 6 months ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Eyes again

    While it bothered me knowing that I wasn’t getting the full truth, I reminded myself to be patient. I knew it wasn’t always easy to divulge something of the caliber she was dealing with.. The world doesn’t always unfold to even the mo...

    • Author: Bartimaeus
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Emerald Cat Burglar

    She was perspiring. Heavily. Great slick beads of sweat that slid down the subtle curves of her face and neck. This wasn’t like her at all. It was distracting. Unprofessional. But she didn’t have the luxury of time to worry about it at the ...

  • Gaining Entry

    She was nothing more than a shadow on the museum walls. She was a quick-moving creature built of air and mist, darting in and out amongst the assorted artifacts and ancient accoutrements, slinking her svelte form around the assembled heirlooms of antiq...