At the end of half an hour. I was already eating while watching TV, and I ordered a pizza from Neopolitan. Having pizza for breakfast in the morning didn’t seem like a good idea, but it was a habit I had been doing for a number of years.
A couple of hours passed, I began to have a headache. So, I decided to get up for a while and go out to take a breath of some fresh air. I left the apartment, leaned against one of the railings of the corridor, and looked up at the sky.
Despite the problems, things were looking up. I had made a name for myself in the world of illustration in a very short time, and I began to dabble in the world of streaming and comics. Things seemed to be going well.
Suddenly I saw how my neighbor ran down the stairs while various guys came chasing her with cameras. When I least expected it
“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry,” I said as I knelt in front of herI added, “I had many days without sleep a...and I was carried away by what happened.”I really felt it from the heart, I had felt a lot of anger at how her friends had treated me, but she really hadn’t done anything.She said, “Eh! come on get up you don’t have to kneel”I looked up. I could see her smile as she extended her hand to me. For a moment, I felt like I was walking to heaven.With some uncertainty, I put my hand closer to hers to what she said, “Don't be shy.”Taking me by the arm and pulling me with a f
Every 50 years, she made an offering to the master of the forest, asking for his blessing. It is customary to gather the strongest men to carry the Lacerating Orchid to the cursed forest.As they heard those words, the villagers began to murmur. Kaleida knew that this was an excellent opportunity to start her travels as an adventurer, so she just put up her hand. Everyone looked at her skeptically.It was no secret that all the people knew of the aspirations of our protagonist. However, all of them knew the stories that the trip was not rosy.Kaleida, without hesitation, approached the chief, knelt before him, and asked for permission again to bear the responsibility. The head looked at her doubtfully, and he knew well that she was a capable woman, but he also knew how dangerous it was to travel alone, so she
As I left the apartment, I looked at the next door, thinking that luckily I would find Malorie, but instead, I found a dude beating the door. I looked at him disapprovingly, and for a moment, I thought about saying something to him, but something inside of me stopped me. “Damn it, open the fucking Malorie door.” He said as he continued pounding on the door. Try to escape before he was aware of my presence. But before I could move, that man turned his gaze to me. He slowly approached until he was only a few inches from me, Looking at him closely, I could tell that he was a tall and burly man. “You know where´s the girl who lives there?” He said, gesturing with his hand to point to the apartment. I tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out, so I just shook my head abruptly and repeatedly. The man only got angrier and hit the wall that separated Malorie’s apartment and mine. Apparently, he had given up, and he was walking towards the stairs
I could see the surprise in his eyes. So I just replied with a shrug. We continued walking until I reached the door of my apartment. I turned on the lights.As soon as I entered my apartment, I gestured for Malorie to enter. She, with caution, entered slowly, looking from side to side. My apartment was painted white so that it would highlight each of the framed drawings, and they mostly were drawings from my youth as an apprentice. I always liked the idea of not abandoning my beginnings.“This was not what I expected, actually.” She said, with a trace of surprise on her face.I had cleaned the day before, but I decided to leave the house looking like a natural home before I left. It seemed to have been the right decision.“What were you hoping to find? The apartment without light, full of garbage bags and food in bad shape?” I asked.“I’m sorry.” She then apologized,The truth is that if she had en
“Yes, in the beginning, I thought he would just be having a bad day, but it started to get repetitive. It was not only the days that we met in the gym. It was also happening on our dates.”I stopped for a moment, when I looked at her I could see her sadness. I then approached her and put my hand on her shoulder, and I tried to give her my best smile. She smiled back at me. And at that time, I made a gesture for her to wait. I went to the refrigerator and rummaged a bit, and got out a cola.“I know it is not the best option for the stomach, but many times it is for the soul, Chinese proverb,” I said as I handed her the soda. She looked at me with a frown, and then she just shrugged her shoulder.“Goodbye to my diet. First the pizza, now the soda.” She said.I winked at her and continued to walk to the kitchen.“Well, good. Long story short, I broke up with him, but he couldn’t accept that a woman
I said, “Time passed, the girl finally woke up, but the girl did not want to see anyone, not even her best friend. Sometime later, she committed suicide.”It was a bitter ending. I had a lot of time without saying what happened out loud, and guilt had been eating me during all these years. The friend of that trash man was no one else than Wylty. He, just like me, felt a pang of terrible guilt for not being able to act as we had to.Since then, I have only decided to isolate myself, and I did not want to be with any girl. After all, if I’m alone, I have no responsibility to anyone, I thought.Suddenly I could feel how Malorie’s arms surrounded me, and she was hugging me with strength. I could hear her as if we were at a distance. “Me telling you my nonsense and you here.” I could feel how she touched my chest with her hands. “Suffering quietly.”I took her hand in an excellent way and thanked her. She wiped a
I saw him come out of the room, and I heard voices, and then it sounded like the door was opening and then closing.The silence completely invaded the apartment, and I could feel the gaze of someone in the shades. I just sighed. This situation has really bothered me more than I would like.I said, “You don’t have to hide.”I could see how Malorie came out of the shadows, and her eyes were red. She slowly started approaching until she was sitting next to me.“The looks of a tramp you have,” I said jokingly.She just wrinkled her face, and she was looking terrible. She sure had been crying for quite some time. A pretty girl addicted to pizza cared about trash like me. It was quite an encouraging thought.“I’m sorry.” She said as she tried with her hands to stop the tears from coming out again.I got a little closer to her, and without thinking, I got even more intimate, and I stroked her c
“Grandpa, this is Greg. I sent you a warm and firm greeting!” I said out loud while looking askance at my dad.My father was looking at me with a frown. My joke didn’t seem to be amusing despite his excellent sense of humor.“You know what I think of this kind of joke, Greg.” He said in a dry tone.I replied, “But Dad, it’s perfect. A communist joke on a paper letter, old-fashioned, we can’t waste this opportunity.”I could feel my father’s gaze cut across me in anger.“I am sorry,” I said while crumpling the paper. Then I looked at him again and smiled shyly.Papa’s gaze softened, but seeing him made me consider it. He had forgotten the stories he had told Mom and me about the disasters that the “perfect” social system had put him through in his youth.“You don’t have to apologize. Comrade and our regime cannot be weak. Our peo
She knew she was. She made heads turn, and her presence alone could make even the strongest man weak to his knees. Single men, dating, married, poor or rich all wanted her, but she went for Paul thinking he was the saint he portrayed himself to be.She could have said no, but she was confused. He might change, she thought, but now he wasn’t going to.He proved that over and over again. Dorothy got tired but didn’t know how to break up with him, and she was grateful he was finally gone, although she didn’t like the circumstances surrounding that fact.“Here is your tea,” she said as she placed the cup of tea on the table before Aston in his studio. She took a few sips of hers before placing her cup on the table too. “The weather outside is beautiful today.”“Yes. Yes, it is,” Aston confirmed, although his eyes never left Dorothy. “How about we go somewhere else while this dries?” he suggested.“Sure.”Together with their teas in their hands, they walked out of the studio. Instinctively
Stella observed the interaction between the two, and once again, she knew she had lost Aston to Dorothy because he never looked at her the way he was looking at Dorothy, and that spoke volumes.Stella stood up and straightened out her dress.“I’ll check on you later, Aston, and nice to meet you, Dorothy,” she said with a smile and walked towards Steve.They bid each other farewell, and she left the room.Steve sat down in the chair Stella had just left vacant, crossing his arms over his chest again. He said with a strange emotion in his voice, “You mentioned something about you thinking Paul would change. Has he done something like this before?”Dorothy let out a heavy sigh before replying, “Yes. Yes, he has. Many times.”“Will you be able to testify against him in court?” Aston asked as calmly as he could.“Yes, I will. I think I’ve had enough of him,” she finalized.“Well, I admire your courage, my lady,” Steve commended, further encouraging Dorothy. “By the way, did you meet the pa
‘’We caught this young woman trying to force her way into the ward, and we suspect she might be part of the paparazzi,” the first police officer answered.Steve observed Dorothy noting that she looked familiar then he remembered her. ‘It’s fine, boys. Let her through.The police officers released her arms, and Dorothy threw them a disdainful look, then sent a grateful one Steve’s way.He opened the door for her, and she walked in, thanking Steve with a smile.Steve closed the door with a gentle click and faced Dorothy. “He’s right this way. I’m not supposed to say this, Dorothy, but he’s been expecting you.”Expecting her? Did he want to see her? Did this have something to do with her, or did he just want to see her? She wished it was the latter.Wait, this is Steve, Aston’s best friend and the owner of ‘From Our Hearts’ gallery, but how did he know her?Steve seemed to sense her conflicting thoughts. He sighed and then said, “I can assure you that there’s nothing to fret about, and w
She opened her eyes and brought her fingers up to see them coated with her juices— and Aston hair she had been supposedly pulling happened to be her shower curtain.She just fantasized about Aston pleasuring, but it was better than anything she had ever had with Paul, and the best part —she didn’t regret it.She wanted more of it. She wanted to make it real, so much that she was started to became inpatient and frustrated.The reality of her situation dawned on her when she got out of the shower. She stared at the ring on her finger, and for the first time, she felt trapped.The ring became heavy on her finger, and it began to feel like a heavy burden on her. She slipped the ring off her finger and placed it on the drawer bedside of the bed.Suddenly, she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Paul. She closed her eyes to picture Paul in her life as she had always done, but this time, Paul was replaced with Aston.And that moment, it became apparent to her that she w
Dorothy turned around to see Paul standing there, arms folded across his chest and his eyes shooting daggers at Aston, who ignored him, by the way.“So I’ll call you and let you know how it goes, okay?” Aston asked while looking at Dorothy, who nodded excitedly like a kid.Aston smiled and then replied, “Bye Dorothy, and take care of yourself.”“Okay!. Bye Aston, and thanks for visiting. It really means a lot,” Dorothy said, as she walked him to the door.He stopped for a moment and took a look at Paul, who was still standing in the doorway.“And you too, Paul. It was nice to meet you,” she added, and with that, he walked out of their flat without waiting to hear Paul’s grunt of a response.Not wanting Paul to ruin her mood, Dorothy hopped past the grumpy Paul happily to their bedroom, humming a song.The only thing in her head was that her art was going to be at an exhibition– something she never expected to happen.For the rest of the day, Dorothy was in high spirits humming a favor
Dorothy turned around with a smile. “Hello Mr and Mrs Harris. Wonderful weather we have today, yeah?”“Absolutely,” Mrs. Harris chirped while Mr. Harris only nodded.“Let’s go in,” she said to Aston leading the way. “How do you like your tea?” Dorothy asked as they entered her flat, locking the door behind them.“Anything is fine, thank you,” he replied with a smileDorothy walked to the kitchen, and moments later, the sound of a kettle whistling was heard, followed by cabinets opening and closing.Aston took this time to observe the interior decor of the flat. It was an average-sized flat with clean white walls decorated with prints of beautiful paintings.Different artifacts, frames, flower vases, and books sat well arranged on the shelf.Wine-colored drapes framed the windows, and the inner lace curtains remained drawn, allowing the sun rays to enter, casting a golden sheen into the living room. The decor was simple yet beautiful and welcoming.This reminded Aston of the typical co
“Oh, thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me. And believe me, when I say coming from you means so much more,” she said.“I thought I was doing horribly, so I stopped painting for a while. I only began painting again when I came across your works in a gallery. I was in awe of hyperrealism. It was magnificent, and I knew I wanted to know how to paint like you,” she explained excitedly. “Meeting you here might be the best thing that has happened to me this year.”It was Aston’s turn to feel flattered, and he did ever so much. He had received a lot of compliments, but in a weird way, Dorothy appreciating his art made him feel he did something for someone, and it made him feel good.“I’m sure you’ll learn a lot from this class, and I can give you pointers if you want.”“You know I didn’t exactly enroll for this class. Mrs. Michael is my aunt, and she just allows me to join in and last week was my second time here.”“That makes sense. I didn’t think you paint. I though
For heaven’s sake, he wasn’t some teenager going through hormonal changes, so why couldn’t he stop thinking about Dorothy’s body and, even worse, smiling and blushing at the memory.‘’I guess we can now deduce my idea wasn’t laced with foolishness after all,’ Steve said with the smug look still on his faceAston scoffed, rolling his eyes at him, and said, “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I am still not convinced the class will do me any good.”“We’ll see about that, mate. We’ll see.”The whole weekend felt like torture to Aston. He longed to see Dorothy again, and it seemed the weekend was taking too long to end.Everything was confusing to him; what he was feeling about Dorothy and why he was feeling that way didn’t make any sense to him, but he just wanted to see her again.When Monday finally came, Aston could hardly wait till 3 pm when classes started, and by 12 pm, he was already at the building waiting for Dorothy to show up, but she didn’t.Class started, and she was still nowhere
In one swift moment, a bang was heard, and the whole dining table came crashing down, sending a wave of shock throw Dorothy.She had seen this happen so many times, but she could never get used to it. He promised to change.He said he was going to be better, but after two years and nothing had changed.The last time, it was the TV that suffered it, which took a while to replace, and now, the dining table had also felt the impact of Paul’s fist.The table was ruined; dinner was ruined too.“You love being a whore, eh? You love letting different men run their hands all over your body under the guise of art, right?” He barked the vile words pacing the dining room.The words made her feel she had just been prickled with over a hundred pins.“I am not a whore, Paul!. I am not! I love art, and you know it!” She yelled at him.He scoffed before he said, “Oh c’mon. You’re just using art as a cover-up. You enjoy the way these so-called artists of yours touch you.”He then grabbed her shoulder