Short Story Previews

Seeing as it's taking a while to post some new stories, here's some little snippets of what's yet to come. :)

 'That Girl':

So I look around to see whether the idiot is going to rugby tackle me to the ground over some Jelly Beans and I accidentally made eye contact with the girl, more than once. Now, I know I'm not the only one that when this happens automatically thinks 'she wants me', even though you know it's unlikely. But that's what I thought.

At that point was when I starting to think about her, with her long straight black, hair and dark eyes from the deepest mascara and pale complexion, tipped off with a red T-shirt and black trousers supplied by work. She was petite and while not the most obvious of beauty, there was something about her that I kind of liked.

Working Title (Thrill Ride?):

“Fuck 'em” He slurred, as he realised they'd left without realising he was gone. He decided to stay and order another drink on his own. Dylan was sick to death of never feeling like he belonged. His flat always seemed lonely, to the point he bought a second tooth brush, in the hope someone might occupy it.

Getting his drink, he retreated to a corner of the room and decided he might text some people. He didn't feel like trying to socialise with new groups in the pub. Even when drunk, his shyness got the better of him. Rather he be approached.

Half way through a text, he realised he wasn't alone at the table.

'Maiden of the Sea':

 

If I can say this now, before we begin, that the end of this story will be told with an excessively waned enthusiasm. Waned because of the joy it brings me; waned because of the disbelief by anyone who hears the tale.

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To see such a creature right before your eyes fills one with so many feelings. A feeling of shock, of worry and of awe. The gleam of she, who some would name a beast, reflected the sun to make her look as if to glow. Simply, she was beautiful.

I never wanted to lose the sight of her. Yet, I never wanted her to catch sight of me. That was the feeling of fear. Fear of what she might do; fear that she may leave and never come back.

They'll probably be completely different after edits - and ignore any mistakes, they haven't even been proof read yet :P
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