I sat down next to an old man, like, super old. He looked nice though. He had a newspaper in his hand and a pen hovered by the crossword. I wanted to help him, laugh. He was wearing 50 shades of brown. From his cap to his cane to his trousers to his shoes, even his bag was brown. I could tell that he saw me watching him in the corner of his eyes. He dropped the newspaper. I suddenly picked it up. He didn't look at me in the eye, just said I'm so sorry very loudly. I noticed a sign saying that we were in the quiet carriage. Usually, I would've taken out my iPad and start checking stuff but for some reason I didn't want to. The man put away the newspaper, I was bothering him, and I was embarrassed. I looked away.
A/N: These are like super duper short stories, only about a paragraph or two long
'Lang!'. I called my girlfriend's name. She called back. She was in the kitchen, her curves visible in her pajamas of sweats and a tight bandeau. I just came back from the hardware store to our small nook of an apartment. I came up behind her, she was washing dishes, my hands started on her midriff trailing down. She whacked me lightly, 'perv' she said laughing. I laughed too and we had dinner of lasagna in the living room. It was good. From Korea, Lang somehow knew how to cook American food, even out here in Colorado where there's nothing, she finds the ingredients. After putting away the plates, I went back in the living room, Lang lay on the couch flipping through channels. I walked in and sat next to her. She asked me if everything went good at work. I said yes, and I kissed her. She kissed me back. And then I was on top of her, my hands roaming her body, finding the hem of her shirt and then sliped inside, my hand resting on her breast. I sat up and took off my shirt. Her kisses were like butterflies, landing on my neck and my chest. I pulled her shirt off. The doorbell rang.
A/N: That was the PG 13 one... :)
The sand tickled my toes. I was alone. Families were eating and relaxing and I was alone. I went in the cold sea and stood there. Because no one else was there. The water overtook my small body and I shivered. I climbed out onto the warm sand, I walked on the boardwalk alone. I bought one small fries for me and only me. I got changed in my room, alone. And I ate dinner alone. I spent the day alone, I spent the years alone. After he left, I was always alone.
