Will flatter for flatteryTact was a language she did not speak, and every word that slipped off her tongue was like lightning: quick, direct and excruciatingly painful."Someone has to tell it how it is around here," she once told me. "And besides, it kills the brain, trying to think up of sweet comments and fakery. I'd rather waste my brain cells on other things. Too much sugar makes one sick.""Very true," I agreed wholeheartedly. "You know the people at school really respect you, Lena.""No, they don't," she said as she finished her homework. "Or else they wouldn't whine about me on the Internet.""Oh.""Also," she continued, suddenly looking up. "Your shoes are disgusting. Who mixes neon green with neon yellow and tacks glitter of all things? That's a seizure waiting to happen.""I... really appreciate your honesty," I managed to say with my winning smile."Sure, you do," Lena smiled back. "I'll see you around, Katie.""Yes!" I said with much cheer. "See you, you awesome person, you."Oh, how I hate
He, She, It, TheyHe was a genius, and she was a prodigy, but the world did not know of themnor did they know the world.After all, it was difficult to be noticed in that circus of a city. Everyday, there would be new attractions: a gaggle of clowns dressed in suits all ready for another juggling act over at the financial districts, a balancing feat by a woman in red and in 4-inch heels, and daredevil performances by the crowds and the harried cars and taxis.In a place that colorfullanguage most definitely includedhardly anyone would notice a discarded plastic bag that tossed and turned in the ever-shifting winds, or a crumpled piece of paper by the trash bins.What was special about them? They were nothing.But he did not think so, nor did she.He caught the bag at the height of the wind's fury, and she salvaged the piece of paper before it could be stepped on by one of those folk dragged by the waves and tides of city life. He needed it. She needed it.He figured he could finally fi
They stole the tartsWhen she died, the whole world rejoicedand I didn't mean that they all breathed a sigh of relief or some other petty reaction like that. I mean really rejoiced. As in parades and celebrations. As in wild music and all-night drink-a-thons. The streets that were previously empty due to fear were littered with people who pumped their fists in the air and roared like escaped beasts.Stupid cowards.I stood on the balcony of her manor, watching them, loathing all of them, and most of all, hating her for putting our family in this position. If I were her, I wouldn't have done what she did. I told them that to place ourselves at the mercy of these peasants would not mean that they would be ready to grant us mercy, but did they listen?No, of course not. No one ever listens to young, naïve Theresa. Her head was always in the cloudswell, who still has her head now, dear sister?"Milady," said one of the officers in the meeting room. I turned to face him. "If I
Pop Stars and Politicians"So. Do you come here much?" "Eh. Not really. You?""Yeah. On the weekends, mostly. Whenever I'm free. And goodness knows how often that's the case.""Bored?""Sort of. Yeah. It's just so
so lonely. At the top. Where everyone's doing all the work for you and you just sit back.