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Exes and Oh's: Part 13
MARLEY Photography was often a hobby I turned to on the days where words weren't enough to express how I felt. So I took it upon myself to capture anything and everything that held both beauty and melancholia at this old and abandoned beach house near Sylvan Beach on Bayshore Drive. I ran into its owner at the supermarket the other day and since we're both photographers at heart, she handed me the keys and offered to let me take pictures whenever I felt like it. Since I was taking time off from the magazine and everything else for that matter, I figured I'd take the time to go back to my first love, taking photos.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Exes and Oh's: Part 8
SERENA "Are we going to talk about it? Or just pretend like Michael didn't just rock your world last week," I mentioned as Marley joined me at our favorite table at Fiona's Cafe for a late lunch. She handed me my caramel frappucino along with a side of avoidance. She knew this was coming. I was pushy and overprotective and wanted nothing but the world for her. I was concerned she and Michael were getting caught up in something they couldn't come back from.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Exes and Oh's: Part 7
MARLEY This was it. The defining moment. The final round that would determine who won this poker game. Michael had the upper hand thanks to me. Prior to this game starting, he had oddly requested I sit on the armrest of the sofa while Freddy sat next to me. Now I know it was because he wanted me to tell him what cards Freddy had in his deck. They must've had a good wager going if Michael couldn't afford to lose.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Do You Love Me Like This?
Do You Love Me Like This? The gazelle had a dream. Sometimes in the afternoon when the sun was hottest, this dream became so real for her she stood quite still for hours, lost in imagination. She learned to pose a certain way, lifting her delicate face, extending her hind legs to show the graceful curve. Always mindful of dark eyes watching her, she pretended to be unaware.
By Marian Toews8 years ago in Filthy
Open Your Eyes
The sun had finally set behind the horizon, the smell of rain filled the air, as the cold of the night set in. Ellie pulled her jacket tighter around her body, leaning against the wall to see around the line of people filing out of the nightclub. Temptations await you was spray painted on the bricks just under the welcome sign. She stood on her tiptoes to see over the ridiculously tall man in front of her. He smelled like tobacco and body odor, she gagged and stepped back into her place in line.
By Artemis Herondale8 years ago in Filthy
The Charm Bracelet - April Part 2
Chapter 3 — The Middle of April Meredith was up bright and early the next morning hoping to avoid any contact with Connie. She didn't want to go into details about what went on the night before. So she hoped to get out of there as soon as possible, which didn't go exactly as planned.
By Crystal Nicole8 years ago in Filthy
Shhh....
“Shhhh… We’re safe here in the darkness…” she whispered to herself furtively. She looked back around the corner of the building quickly, noticed no one and then whipped herself back into the shadows. Heart racing, blood pumping, small beads of sweat breaking out on her upper lip and hairline. Through the thin tank top, her nipples could be seen, rock hard and pointing the way. Terror shivered through her deliciously, or maybe it was anticipation at what was to come.
By Jaye Bahre8 years ago in Filthy
The Guy Behind the Counter
I sat in the same booth as always, headphones in, music almost to full capacity. The world around me completely muted out, and a book spread open in front of me. Every time I came here, it was the same routine. Get food, read, and try to work up the courage to talk to the nerdy guy behind the counter.
By Kei Voorhees8 years ago in Filthy
The First Date
I was nervous. I mean, who wouldn't be? Meeting a guy from the Internet for the first time in actual real life?! What if he didn't look like his picture? What if he didn't think I was as interesting when I wasn't hiding behind a screen? What if he was crazy? What if? What if? What if? At least we decided to meet in a public place.
By Kei Voorhees8 years ago in Filthy
