Couple Having Drinks
Couple Having Drinks
Kiara walked up to the service desk, turned in her medical forms, and went with the nurse into the one of the check-up rooms. She felt the tiny kicks against her stomach and smiled a little bit, but it quickly faded… she closed her eyes and began to pray.
Girl Walking on Wall
The wall in front of the girl was infinite. It was black with pink edges, and over its edge was an unending horizon of blank nothingness. And yet this young schoolgirl, her miniskirt flowing in the inexplicably-blowing breeze, straddled along the corner of the wall and paced down its forever-long pathway.
Frank walked down the row of cubicles, checking everyone to make sure they were at their computers and doing their jobs. He felt a wave of apathy among his employees today, and it struck him too, but he knew that work just needed to be done. He passed Roger Clevus, working on a spreadsheet of some sort. Check. He passed Rick Moriband, also doing work on a spreadsheet… with Youtube paused on his other monitor. Check… He passed Renee Monteil, who had three separate tabs of Youtube open on each of her three monitors. Check…
But then he got to the last cubicle and found fucking Dan Whitten. With a fucking bag on his head.
A few compatriots of mine have released the first issue of Moonglasses Magazine, a literary magazine that features the best in funny, strange, and experimental writing (much like HCAD itself). I really recommend you read it, because all the pieces are great.
(The spiritual counterpart to Cola Mateya.)
Mateya Cola sat on the hill at the riverbank, legs crossed, arms to her sides, and her eyes pensive. She felt the cool breeze flow through her clothing, touching her heart directly. It was too getting cold for short sleeves and a miniskirt, but she wore them anyway.
“I don’t want this,” she said.
(The Spiritual Counterpart to Mateya Cola.)
She was the girl of his dreams, that Mateya Cola. Every single day, she and her silver hair came to school with an explosion of energy, bringing life to the school like none other. She dressed up in gorgeous outfits, never in with uniform code, but beautiful enough that the teachers never began to care. The way she carried herself was with the utmost confidence and self-respect, never bothering to consider what others thought and always carving out a place for herself among the stars. He couldn’t bear but to look at her during class, ogling her as she stared out of the window in her seat in the back of the classroom.
He was convinced that Mateya was oblivious to his existence. She had never spoken to him, and he couldn’t recall an instance where she even made eye contact with him for a prolonged period of time. He wanted nothing more than to strike up a conversation with her, to talk to her about the weather and about how the sports teams had been doing, but there was always something preventing him from doing it. Some sort of sinister anxiety creeping up within him; he couldn’t explain it, but he could never bring myself to even get too close to her.