Archive for November, 2009:
Rules for Guys Who Make Online Dating Profiles
Thus, it is out of the goodness of my lovingly cynical heart that I have decided to offer up some choice bits of direction for those who are interested in venturing out into the deeper waters of “internet date-fishing”.
The Color of the Sun (part 3)
I swear, if he does something—I don’t know what— but anything to make me crash this car, and then attempts to blame it on me… Samir could barely finish the somewhat paranoid thought; he had to grip the wheel to keep from shouting something he shouldn’t at the old man. For the last fifteen minutes, Matthews had sat next to him and scrutinized his every turn.
The Color of the Sun (part 2)
The three passengers in the car made for a comic picture, and Samir was very glad that no one else happened to pass by on the dark road that night. He was sitting in the back seat, where the girl Lily had impossibly entwined him in her arms. She must have still been in terrible pain; she was clutching his upper body so tightly that he had to struggle to take deep breaths, which were the only thing calming him at the moment.
The Color of the Sun (part 1)
The midnight world was shrouded in a mist the color of milk; it swirled and brushed against her cheeks as she was spirited away to the automobile. It was strange, she thought, that the night was not clear, after a bright day. She lazily reached out a finger to feel what appeared to be smooth, and drew it back in shock as she realized that it was like a cloud: it looked like a wad of cotton, but was composed of a million tiny little wet things.