The busy streets of Wangfujing were just coming to life at 6:00 at night, but Kaede wasn’t interested. She was on a deadline. It didn’t matter if she was in Beijing or back in the city; she had a column to write.
Spotted: Akira Larssen, Home Shopping
With his appearance in Pop Beat! High’s calendar and at the school musical’s closing…[Read more]
I can’t believe I’m stuck with this role. Puh-leeze. Borderline pathetic, is what it is.
Nami: You know, sitting with the kitchen help is really hurting my rep.
Ryoko: What rep?
Nami: The chicken was kind of dry. Could you tell your mom to be just a little more careful?
Ryoko: Stop talking to me like that. Stop talking to everyone like…
I moved to a new prefecture last spring and I don’t have a lot of friends. Sometimes I feel very invisible. But your music is the only thing that makes me feel connected to my old life. Thank you to you and Jiro and I-Chi. But you are my absolute favorite! How are you going to spend your New Year’s? What would you like to eat…[Read more]
He meant the kind that came with these DIY shelves that were so popular. Space savers, the shows called them. One of his senpai at Glamour Entertainment even did a feature on these DIY things that you can assemble from City Hands and hardware stores. But he lost the friggin’ screws somewhere between the store and his car. Or…[Read more]
My money says they won”t know about
“So you’re not allowed to drink, Ippei-san?” the woman coos. She must be about twenty, incredibly hot in a Michael Kors zebra poncho. One bare shoulder beckoned through the asymmetrical top while she showed off her long lean legs when she crossed them. Her foot lightly brushed his.
He leans over to her…[Read more]
The sounds are loud, distracting.
“Who did the pullouts of the Wonder Rocket clothes? Did you see the yellow maxidress?”
Change the filter for the next shot!”
“Oh no! I have to get a new belt for the Phenomenon dress. Watch this for me, please?”
“Who does she think she is, Nina Garcia?”
The sounds are loud, distracting, but not to…[Read more]
The sea recedes at this time of the day. Izumi can walk on the beach, just at that point where the water has packed the sand tight enough to hold up to her weight, but still be dry enough not to let her pretty new sandals sink too far. Steve Madden, New York, summer, and damn if her toes freeze off; the metallic flats look good on her and…[Read more]
Contract Deadline: December 27
Working Permits: December 30
Arrange Special Schedule: January 2
Read-Through: January 7
Workshop: January 10-11
Natsuko closes her eyes in frustration. She has a lot on her plate and none of it is even hers. She loves her brother like life and salt, but sometimes she wonders how she got to this point,…[Read more]
“You mean our best bets are shoes and bags that people have left behind?” Mark complains.
“I have a chewed-up pencil from Yusuke Ide,” Mary offers.
“That might contain traces of his DNA…” Marty says, eyes sparkling as she tries to reach for it.
Mark grabs the pencil away from Mary and the girls gasp at the irreverent handling. “I’m…[Read more]
“That was wild, man, wild!” Pavel is saying.
They’re lucky to escape with all their limbs intact; or rather, he was lucky. Pavel and Shuya look like they could take care of themselves. Him on the other hand… The last fight he was in turned into a non-fight, but still got him a bloodied nose in the process. All to defend a…[Read more]
The shi-tzu looks at him pleadingly, as if aware that he is not pleased by the sight of the thick mud beginning to crust around its paws like organic shoes. He sighs. It’s his fault anyway for not paying attention to where the dog was walking. He’ll have a grand time washing this all off when he gets back to the shelter.…[Read more]
01 – Engine Red
Shun hated these industry parties, even if it was close to Christmas. The decor in this large multi-storied, multi-winged mansion was elegant yet whimsical, and for fourteen-year old Shun, it wasn’t half-bad. He had long outgrown candy canes and nutcrackers and Santa Claus but the one thing that kept this party from sucking major…[Read more]
Trying to Write a Love Story (Draft #8)
It’s a perfect night for writing, or so she thinks. The moon is bright and full, illuminating her reading nook with an ethereal light. She likes pretending that the moon’s her muse, so she drags her laptop to the nook, rolls up her sleeves (figuratively) and sticks a pencil through her hair (literally),…[Read more]
The school festival was a success, both the class’ booth and project were well attended. They even earned quite a few money for a class party at the end of the month. Most of his classmates have already gone to the school grounds for the folk dance, but he forgot something in the classroom so he had to go back.
What he didn’t know…[Read more]
The first kiss tasted like orange soda. It was a sickly sweet fake citrus taste, but at that moment, it was the most unforgettable taste in the world. His breath was warm on my skin, his nose awkwardly bumping mine. There was a hand guiding my cheek, but my face didn’t need to be guided. It gravitated naturally, upturning to meet his…[Read more]
She writes it on his palm so he doesn’t forget:
1. Never speak unless spoken to.
2. In case of (1), walk away.
3. In case (2) is not an option, keep answers brief and tone neutral.
4. Remind yourself what you deserve.
He wants to ask her what is that because he has a hard time figuring it out all by himself.
Four Little Known Facts about Emily Penn
It’s been close to three hours, but somehow, she’s finally getting the hang of it. Stupid bet, Emily thinks, as she continues pounding the drums. Despite the frustration and exhaustion (drumming is pretty tiring if you’re not used to it), she still finds a sense of satisfaction in learning…[Read more]
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