Stories tagged “hair”
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Moving out
Boxes everywhere. She gazed around the painfully familiar room, one last time. Ostensibly checking that everything was truly packed, but equally saying a quiet goodbye to this simple space that she had called home for the past three years. Had it reall...
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No Pink Hair at School.
I stood in the girl’s bathroom, scrutinizing my appearance. I had already done almost everything I could to stand out in the Catholic high school in the small-ish town. It was so painfully bland, being forced to sit through classes in the three-s...
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Fight!
“Oh snap!” someone in the crowd around us yells. The milk drips off of Maria’s chin, forming a puddle on the ground beneath her. I shake the rest out of the bottle, spraying her shirt. She stares at me angrily, building up her anger. ...
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Beautiful
This one would be messy, but it had to be done. On the counter I found a pair of scissors where she had been clipping coupons from a newspaper. Scissors in hand, I slipped into the kitchen behind her… …One hour later I emerge from the back ...
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Mad D. Lynn
“Thriller! Thriller niiiiiighhhhhht!!” I sing out as we drive down the highway, top down on the car and the smell of rain in the air. “You’re entirely insane.” Sam laughed. “You thought any different?” I asked,...
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Possession
You loved my long hair — Begged me never to cut it. Now it’s mine again. (I think I previously published this on Ficlets, but I don’t remember. Anyway, it’s a true story all right. There’s nothing more liberating than get...
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Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
Her hair was long, and full, and blonde. It fell all the way to her ankles, and entirely surrounded her. She leaned forward slightly, too, so it blocked out peripheral vision. The only way to see her face was to look at her from head on—and since she...
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Facing the White Queen
Simon’s fate hung like a grape on the vine, all but ready to be plucked by delectable lips andengulfed. Her eyes considered him in lazy fashion, lids half-closed, all the better to showcase the immaculate make up. They called her the ‘White...
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Sarah
After that weekend I came into school feeling pretty good. Including Sarah, my girlfriend, I banged three other girls. And it felt good. Of course, though, they all had to talk about it, I thought as Sarah came storming up to me, platinum blonde hair l...
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Sleep
The rest he’d gained from his few hours of sleep drained with that motion, and he slid down the side of the bed into the floor. With his head leaned against the side of her mattress, she slowly let her fingers lightly touch his short blonde hair,...
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slow motion days
Zooey rummaged through the piles of clothing strewn over her floor, periodically doing ‘sniff-checks’ to determine the cleanliness of each item. She settled on a worn in black tshirt that hadn’t been washed in the past century, but ha...
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the note
Zooey skipped along towards the subway station, letting her bag swing freely beside her. The platform was desolate, and she took the opportunity to watch a janitor slowly move a mop from side to side. She boarded the next train, and snuggled herself in...
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Ashes Ramain: Chapter One;; Part 3
Not twenty minutes later, there was a polite knock on my cubicle wall. My back went straight as I ground my stubby nails into my desk. Could I go a single moment without being interrupted!? Turning my cold blue eyes away from my computer, I met my curr...
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Homegirl
I am a home. Of course, I’m also a girl. The home part, you can’t really see. But there’s a spell that installed a handy little apartment inside my imagination. My residents step through a portal in my hair, and turn into figments unt...
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Arachnid Dreams
Spiders crawl In the air Silk strings fall White like hair
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Beyond These Walls
Coughing smoke and blood, she stumbled into a culvert. A glance behind was accompanied by a prayer that she hadn’t been followed. Firemen were probably just arriving at the complex – her escape would be unconfirmed until they gained control...