Stories tagged “jordan”
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Kalyla's Brother
I sat in my room listening to the jazz station on the radio, and trying not to worry about the call from my Dad. I could hear my brother downstairs singing as he made dinner. “You don’t have to be beautiful, to be my girl!” I came to ...
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Hard to Read, Easy to Read
There was too much noise to think straight. Music hung high in the air over countless converations and merged to create dissonance that could not be ignored. Jordan tried to concentrate anyway, but after reading the same sentence four times, gave up in...
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Accepting Hunger's Call
Jordan stalked the streets, passing a number of flyers advertising tonight’s party. More of them littered the streets and yards in squares of yellow and red construction paper; man-made autumn leaves. Her mind flitted back to her encounter at the...
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Passing the Torch
Jordan was still a few blocks away but she could already hear the party. The music pulsed out with a steady rhythm that dominated the night. It was a thousand times louder than the coffee shop and felt much more aggressive. A beat up station wagon bega...
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Multiple Reservations
Tonight was turning out to be a really weird night. Where did that lady go? And who was she? Jordan looked at the lighter she’d been given one more time before shoving it into the front pocket of her jeans. She had a simple plan- go the party, gr...
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One Across and One Down
The inside was crowded, a sea of people that ebbed and flowed in chaotic whirls of color. The dancers were sexy. Girls dressed in fairy wings and highlighted with glitter, writhed to the deafening music. The guys, more undressed than dressed, with intr...
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Falling for Food
As the stairs wound down and around, the smell of food became more pronounced. Grilled meat, funnel cakes, and pizza all roiled together in the air to give off the same smell as the campus carnival. It smelled like heaven. The light dimmed as Jordan de...
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The Devil with 'C'-cups
Jordan looked up from the ground to see the cruel face of a demon smirking at her misery. That face belonged to Christine Banaducci. She was a genius, a prodigy, and a monster. It wasn’t fair that God had given her body of a pinup, a face of the ...
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A Moment of Illumination
Jordan felt something tickling her arm. She tried to push it away so she could go back to sleep. Two things happened in that instant- first, there was a squeak of irritation and second, there was a flash of pain as she became fully awake and remembered...
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Not All Entrances Are Exits
Jordan watched, in the warm glow of the lighter, as rat tails disappeared down a hallway blanketed in darkness. She sighed and looked around at the small room she was in. Most of it was taken up by two large crates covered in cobwebs and dust. A pizza ...