As she stopped to catch her breath, she looked back behind her. The raccoon had stopped it’s pursuit, more or less to taunt her. It stared into her eyes. She almost wanted to cry. It seemed to smile before taking to sprint after her again. It was less than ten feet away when it gave up its chase. Instead it choose to remember the location of its future victim’s current escape. Making it into her home, she let her previously held back tears fall. She was safe, for now.
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Tags: city, insomnia, life, raccoon
Tags: chelsea, new york, new york city, saturday morning fun, short, short story, skateboarding, smf, Stories, Writing
Ethan rides his skateboard down the long and crowded Manhattan street. West 28th st in Chelsea, to be exact. In his battered dark jeans and faded black V-Neck, he stops at an intersection. Hopping off his board, he looks across the street.
There she was.
Often he would notice her sitting outside the same bar night after night, usually a cigarette in hand. He started traveling this way more just to get longer glances and find out more about her by watching her, listening to her phone conversations. He often wondered why she would drink so often alone. He often wondered when he would get the nerve to say ‘hello’. Removing himself from the street corner, he posted himself up against the wall of a nearby building.
Intrigued by his weird reevaluation of direction, her eyes are drawn to watch the skateboarding stranger. She’d recently decided it was her favorite place to ‘people watch’.
Ethan puts some weed in a small pipe. He smokes it and relaxes into his mind.
“Alright, this is the day” he thought.
A second hit, and he suddenly was aware that the girl was now watching him.
“Shit, that’s not enough”.
Ethan reaches into his backpack for his flask. He takes a long hard swallow.
“Okay, here I go.”
Putting the flask back into his bag, he drops them both.
The girl had crossed the street and is standing right in front of him as he straightens out.
He lets out a startled mumble of “Um, hi”.
“I like your style, I’m Anna”.
Tags: 3am, dragon, fantasy, late night walks, nature, short story, winter, Writing
The park was empty. A big white blanket, designed with scattered shoe and paw prints. It was three in the morning, and Addy was going for her nightly stroll. With her roommate out-of-town and Leigh her lone visitor tonight, leaving an hour beforehand; Addy was alone tonight. Tonight she was wide awake. In her peripheral, Addy caught the shadow of an animal. “Probably a coon”, she assumed. Continuing her walk, she picked up a broken branch amidst her travels. She drags it along in the snow beside her. Now in the sky Addy caught a glance of a dark figure. Surveying her surroundings and aware of there always being ‘more’ “No screams, and its beyond witching hour” she told herself curiously. Addy had to do a double take. Staring up beyond what clouds were there, just as she had caught the figure, it disappeared. She acclaimed wholeheartedly to the silent world “My first dragon”. Small and dark, but clear as day when it shouldn’t be, looking unnaturally fitting in the atmosphere. Pondering, she took in all she saw again, trying to remember what she can. Addy knew no one would believe her when she’d tell them the sight she’d seen. But she knew what she saw and that was all that mattered.
Tags: first world problems, fleet week, gay, lesbian, marriage, proposal, short story, Stories, strangers, Writing
It’s a late summer evening, on a busy city street; Chelsea is yelling at her phone. Not to someone on the other line, just at her phone. “You stupid piece of shit phone! I never even wanted you! What a mistake you were! Fuck you mobile!” Only the small amount of tourist pay any real attention to her. Drunk students laugh as she passes by.
Fed up, Chelsea launches her phone in no particular direction. Where it lands, it lands with a crash of broken glass; A window of a small bar. Chelsea books it in her high heeled boots to the next nearest bar. It’s not like anyone really noticed her, she just needed to leave the scene of the crime she figured. “Right?” she thought. Sitting at the bar now. She waits her turn. “What can I get for ya?” the Bartender asks. “Something dark, with little ice” Chelsea replied holding her head in her hands. “You want to be a little more specific?”
“She’ll take a double shot of SoCo,” Helen told the bartender. She sat just a stool away from Chelsea. Chelsea closed the gap after the bartender made her drink. “You’re sweet” Chelsea told Helen after looking her over and deciding she was more than handsome enough. “Amongst other things” Helen answered. Mildly surprised Chelsea toyed with the idea of Helen’s body on hers; she chuckled.
“I like you.”
Chelsea held up her finger and mouthed “hold on”. She drained her double shot. And got the attention of the bartender for another round. “I’m Chelsea,” she said, holding out her hand. Helen shook it. “So what’s got a pretty girl like you so down?” “I can’t remember where I parked my vespa, so let’s not talk about me. Lets talk about your outfit. What’s with the costume?” “It’s not, I’m in the Navy.” Helen told Chelsea “You are not”, realizing she probably is considering it was fleet week she adds “Will you marry me?”
“You’re adorable. Tell you what, lets hold off on the wedding vows and just exchange numbers.”
Chelsea was hooked. She reached into her pocket, only to remember exactly where she put her phone just moments before.
“How about email addresses?”