“Please stop this #torment,” #Jasper begged his captors. “I shouldn’t have wrapped my gum in a page from the holy #book. Just tell me the punishment in #store!” “All right, to the #gallows then.” “Wait! I want the torment back!” #vssdaily #bravewrite #flexvss #vss365 #vssmagic
Category Archives: bravewrite
Pickup Lines
“You know, #sinistrality is my #kink,” she whispered in his ear. “There’s a place in the woods we could #wander to.” “I’ll try anything once,” he replied, downing his scotch. She smiled. It was so #easy to find willing sacrifices. No one had had a decent vocabulary in decades.
Moody
“My house or yours to work on the class project?” “My #preference is yours. There’s an #eclipse tonight. #Father always gets rather #gruff around that time.” “Oh, I forgot! What #creature does he turn into again?” #366FF #vss365 #flexvss #bravewrite #vssmagic
Into The Woods
She could just make out the massive #footprint in the #darkness. There were no #knights left. Only her. She swallowed down #fear and #manic laughter, wiped her sweaty palm on her dress to get a better grip on the ax, and grimly plodded on toward #justice.
#bravewrite #flexvss #366FF #vssmagic #vssdaily
Cheers
“Instead of being jealous, you’re celebrating my promotion with #cake and #wine.” “You’ll #dive in and steer the firm out of the current #storm. A toast to you on the #cusp of greatness!” She leaned to give a #glimpse of cleavage to distract from the crystals in his glass.
#brieflywrite #vss365 #whistpr #vssmagic #bravewrite #vssdaily
Etiquette
A Snowdrop By Any Other Name
“They’re so hopeful,” she said, “like #irises in the #snow.” He rolled his eyes. “Irises don’t grow in snow. Snowdrops do. Hence the name.” His #highfalutin ways were grating on her nerves. Little things do #escalate, she thought. She’d bury him under the irises.
The Bitter End
“#Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder,” he said. She’d kicked him out of the car after another fight about his drinking and #gambling. He took another swig anyway and certainly felt more fond. Of her, of this place, of everything really. He felt warm nestled in the #snow.
A Flower-Eat-Flower World
“This heist is a #gamble,” she said, pulling her hair into a #ponytail. “We won’t have the #luxury of time, and we’ll have to be dead #silent.” “It won’t #bloom for another ten years, and I’ll never finish #graduate school without a corpse flower.” Botany, she thought. Who knew.
Ships and Shoes and Sealing Wax?
“It is a #conundrum,” he said, spinning a #coin on the table. “Like the #walrus or the carpenter.” “What?” He shook his head pityingly. “Your profile said you liked poetry.” “Bathroom!” I left the “#high-profile attorney” to his fancy coffee and slipped out the back door.
