http://topwritecorner.com A new short story every day. Thu, 03 Jan 2008 01:46:32 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en He approached her with all the finesse of a man trying to ice a cake with a forklift. She noticed the double take, the awkward easing onto the barstool and the ignorant flourish with which he attempted to get the bartender’s attention. Naturally the man behind the bar wasn’t used ... http://topwritecorner.com/2007/11/30/the-end/ After years of fighting the good fight he finally decided to let go. It hadn’t been easy. He had tried everything in his power. He had done the exercises, he had worn the right clothes, chewed various roots and seeds, chanted a few mantras and even made several aborted attempts ... http://topwritecorner.com/2007/11/29/letting-go/ She was walking down the street thinking [I can’t believe what I’m hearing!]. It wasn’t just her, there were several other people sharing the same pavement space who didn’t look too thrilled about the foul language polluting their air because of the two men walking past them. http://topwritecorner.com/2007/11/28/street-beat/ The patter of footsteps was soft enough to have been mistaken for any number of things that wouldn’t be considered foul play. Unfortunately for the bearer of said pittering and pattering feet, Amadeus Duck was not a homeowner who took sudden unexpected noises in his stride. He didn’t say, “it’s ... http://topwritecorner.com/2007/11/27/home-invasion/ She was the type of girl men went to war for. Actually, calling her a girl was tantamount to giving the call to attack right there. She was and had been a woman for quite some time. Almost nobody failed to notice that she was fully grown and well filled ... http://topwritecorner.com/2007/11/26/my-gal-poison/ She was frowning in concentration. He loved it when she did that. He felt like kissing her. It was one of his favourite things to do – to try and make her frown. He didn’t often succeed. He made her laugh though and that should have been alright but theirs ... http://topwritecorner.com/2007/11/25/gossip-chain/ They rushed into the house, excited and smiling, like two little boys who had discovered that big girls didn’t yell at them if they peeked under their mini skirts. Anahita immediately wanted to know what they had been up to but they were content to keep grinning at each other ... http://topwritecorner.com/2007/11/24/chasing-fame/ In the afterlife of senses, right next to the virulent half-truths that populate every corner of reality, I am tempted to live my life. As I have done for the millennia of wasted seconds that is the reality of this and every other life lived and died on this planet ... http://topwritecorner.com/2007/11/23/mortality-acknowledged/ She had her spectacles on. Over the four months they had been together like this he always considered it a special moment when she brought her spectacles down. They looked cool enough holding her hair back but there was something just incredibly sexy about her spectacle-clad face. She ran her ... http://topwritecorner.com/2007/11/22/wiggle-room/ They were walking and talking, something both of them did a lot of, together and with other people. Too hip for the good of most regular people they grinningly referred to it as promiscuous W&T. His name was Aaron and hers was Nisha. They had lived in each other’s neighbourhood ... http://topwritecorner.com/2007/11/21/bring-the-cool/