"At first he looked with confusion at the milky, glazed, glossy things floating in his coffee. They looked like two golf balls floating in muddy water. He blew away the stream rising from the fluid to get a closer look and the balls rotated until they were looking at him, literally."
"At first he looked with confusion at the milky, glazed, glossy things floating in his coffee. They looked like two golf balls floating in muddy water. He blew away the stream rising from the fluid to get a closer look and the balls rotated until they were looking at him, literally."
"It started with a whisper. Not from a far off corner or even across the room, no not there. It is a sticky but smooth murmur right against her inner ear."
"It started with a whisper. Not from a far off corner or even across the room, no not there. It is a sticky but smooth murmur right against her inner ear."
“So this is what it feels like,” he’d started. When she asked him what he meant he awarded her another perfect smile and finished, “to have the world in the palm of your hands.”
“So this is what it feels like,” he’d started. When she asked him what he meant he awarded her another perfect smile and finished, “to have the world in the palm of your hands.”
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Gazing at Me
A parady of The Nose by Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol
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