Characters: Undefined
Rating: G to PG-13
Wordcount: Varying from 76 to 362
A/N: I travelled for three weeks and several OC things came to mind while I was there. They're all too short to post separately, but I wanted to share anyway. Bits and pieces of things that might be awesome stories, but will never be more than this for me. If anyone gets inspired to write by any of these, feel free to take it and continue it. But do be so kind to show me the ending result, I'm a curious person. ^.^
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“No I don’t want more fries, goddamnit!” he curses, pushing away the plate she offers him. She seems surprised but offers him the plate again anyway. He starts to walk away but she follows after him, the pile of fries on the plate stretched out to him still. She insists, but he cuts her off with a few well aimed accusations. He hates the way they make her face fall, but he hates the way she keeps pushing him into things even more. When he steps out of the door, she tells him to not come back either. He gets into his car and drives around aimlessly before pulling over at McDonalds.
It was never about those damn fries anyway.
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She smiles as she breathes in a large gulp of air, the tiredness seemingly falling away as she lets her shoulders relax. This is it. The start of her new life. Leaving behind everything and starting over in a country halfway around the world. No one to judge her past, no one to criticise her moves. This is how the world will know her from now on. Just a normal girl from a normal country, trying her luck somewhere else.
The plane glides through the air without much trouble. The window on her left gives her a clear view on the fluffy clouds. There is no rain here, above those clouds. All is sunshine and blue skies. This is probably the hottest part of the world, but where she is, inside of a plane, no one notices.
What she doesn’t expect as she walks through the airport is two arms wrapping around her and lips touching her cheek. “Bye babe.” The words are soft yet familiar and the way her heart reacts to them reveals how much she wants the reassurance. Even though she’s telling herself that she doesn’t want it to be true, her heart hopes that it’s the only person she could regret leaving behind.
It’s him, with all his flaws and imperfections that makes her wonder if leaving really is as good of an idea as she made it out to be at first. She wonders if maybe she should have tried something else first before leaving, but then his anger and their fights pop back into her mind and she has no regrets left anymore.
“Hey babe.” his voice sounds through the phone, seeming more distant than usual. She tells herself it’s all the miles in between them and fading emotions have nothing to do with it. She knows better than that.
Three years into her first job, she walks into her office and sees a new assistant. She eyes him shortly, convinced that he’s just going to be a co-worker. Four months later he kisses her. Two years into their relationship, she leaves him and the thousands of fights between them to set for a new future.
Now read this from bottom to top.
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They’re several kilometres above the ground when the voice tells them turbulence is going to be a pain again. A minute later the plane starts shaking and she’s convinced they’re going to die soon. He seems to not even notice anymore.
“First time?” he asks after a while. She merely nods, stuck to the seat as if it’s going to keep her from drowning should they indeed end up crashing. He smiles at her, then suddenly unbuckles his seat belt and gets up. “Come here.” he says with a smile.
“What are you doing!?” she hisses mortified, looking around to see if anyone can see them. Surely he will be fired if someone sees him now. Surely there is some rule against enhancing the plane’s crashing possibility. He doesn’t seem to think so, however, and if he does, he doesn’t mind. He walks up to her and unbuckles her seat belt too, easily pulling her out of her seat. She’s still convinced she’s going to die soon, only now it’ll be even sooner.
“The trick is not to think about it.” he tells her, meanwhile pulling her flush against him and taking her hand. He starts to hum something next to her ear, his voice a nice change to the motor’s rumbling.
And then they’re dancing. Sort of. Floating through the small cabinet as the plane keeps on rumbling. But after a while she finds she doesn’t notice it anymore and when he lets go it’s rather disappointing.
He smells like washing detergent, the plane and some manly deodorant. It makes her feel safe now, that smell, and every time they pass by each other throughout the next hours of the flight, he smiles at her encouragingly. She likes it. It keeps her calm. She likes him too for the same reasons.
When they land, they let the passengers get off first. He smiles, waves at her once and then walks out of her life again.
He was, after all, just passing by.
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It’s morning before he knows it, and when he opens his eyes, the stars are gone.
They meet like everyone does; unexpectedly. He holds a flower up for his little sister, who proceeds to take it and then give it to her. She smiles at the little girl, then looks up at him.
“Thank you,” she says. In words, but also in the slight raise of her eyebrows and the quirking of her lips. She lets his sister take the flower again to put it in her hair. There’s an exchange of words and smiles between the two girls, before she gets up and walks away.
His sister demands ice cream.
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Hostesses are much like waitresses, just a little higher above the ground. They are there to help out the passengers, make the trip worth it. Custom made suits, matching hats, a bucketload of tasks and responsibilities, high heels, good customer service. They are the servants yet the boss, they are free yet make up a part of the system. Hostesses are queens and beggars at the same time.
Being a hostess was one of her dreams since childhood days.
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“So what you’re saying is...we’re done for?”
“Basically, yes.”
“Oh great. Just great. Wonderful.” He frowned slightly, looking at the ball of fire hurling their way. Surprisingly it was less huge than he had imagined at first. With such a small thing they would surely not all die.
“The fire feeds on everything it touches. Once it hits, no one will know where to hide.”
“Ho shit.”
And that was the end of Victorian the wise.
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She’s fifteen when she finds her first boyfriend. He’s nice and sweet and she tells him how much she loves him when they’re sixteen. Her boyfriend proceeds to find someone prettier and leaves.
He’s sixteen when he kisses for the first time. He tells her how pretty she is and how much she taught him about girls and relationships. The next week she gets drunk again and kisses yet another guy.
Maybe they should’ve realised then already how it was going to end, but they didn’t. Instead they happily rolled into yet another doomed relationship, and after that several more.
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Some people don’t have to try hard to be pretty. He envies them. When he looks at her, he always sees her trying her best to look nicer, better, prettier. He finds that sad, but doesn’t know what to do about it. Until she kisses him and he realises just what - or who - she’s trying to be pretty for. So he reassures her that she’s pretty enough. …. And continues to do so every day after that.
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It had been a few years since accepting a drink had gotten her anything more than some fun talking during the night, but with this guy it was different. And he proved that when they ended up passing out on her bed together with her waking up to a nice breakfast.
They had been too drunk to do anything, or at least that’s what she hoped to be the truth. Her sore muscles could be from anything, really.
It baffled her slightly, sitting on the edge of her chair, shoving some fancy omelet into her mouth that someone was interested in her. But he left with a smile and a wave and her number in his phone. Not that she actually expected him to call.
But he did, a few days later, and the steak they ate was amazing, but the things that came after that were even more so.
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