BeagleBug

The hand was creeping its way lower and lower from your shoulder down to your chest. In your inebriated state you didn’t react at first, but when he brushed over your breast, you jerked away.   “Get the hell, ‘ff me! Bastard…” You slurred angrily.   He was the one who brought you to this party. You thought he was nice but now that you were drunk he was showing his true colors. Hurt, you turned away from him.   “Come on, (name) baby. Relax a little…” He grinned and moved his hand back to your shoulders.   “Fuck off!” You snapped.   You pushed him off and stumbled to collect your purse

You sat in the little cafe and took another long drawl of your lipstick stained cigarette. You were bored. Nobody interesting had walked in, not to mention anyone worth robbing. You shook your head, bobbed hair swishing, and crossed your legs.   You almost felt like pouting, you had worn the “work” outfit today too. A red, loose dress with a black trim, black sash and two long black beaded necklaces. It had curving neckline and came down to your knees. On your feet, a pair of black heels.   Well looks like I better pack it home, you thought to yourself.   You took another sip of coffee, preparing to leave when a new man walked in

“Berwald? I want another child…” Berwald glanced down at his partner (wife) Tino. The two of them were in bed, Tino’s head resting comfortably on Berwald’s chest. Tino had murmured it so quietly that Berwald almost missed it. The two of them were in a good place for another child. They had a large house, and Tino and Berwald made a good deal of money as furniture designers, a job that allotted quite a bit of free time.   They had already adopted another little boy Mathias, who had been in their lives since infancy. He was ten now, very happy and healthy.   Berwald’s brother’s Lukas and Emil also live

 Oslo was beautiful. The one thousand year old capital of Norway was lovely, and you were proud you chose such an amazing vacation spot. However, your pride was overshadowed by the impending feeling of self-loathing you were having at the moment. Through the twists and turns of this beautiful city, you had gotten yourself completely, and utterly lost. You had finally saved the money to visit a foreign country, and you were lost on the first day. You couldn’t even find your hotel. You were just pathetically wondering through alleyways, dragging a suitcase behind you and trying to get your bearings. You turned a corner and found yoursel

Human. You are nothing. Born, grow, school, work, retire, die. It’s there and it’s gone. The same over and over and over again. You are tiny. The Earth will turn with or without you. You will be forgotten. You will fade into history and posterity will move on. You are powerless and weak. A grain of sand in the wind. Humanity. We are everything. Exist, struggle, adapt, change, thrive, survive. We have existed for ages. We grow and innovate and progress. We are enormous. Our impact on this Earth is everlasting. Our history burns in our hearts and in our minds. We learn from our wars, movements and revolutions. To

Why the hell am I doing this!?! I’m a Fine Arts Major, not a freakin’ chef! Frustrated, you threw another wrecked batch of Laskiaispulla in the trash. You felt like crying. You had decided to take a cooking class because, well, you thought it would be easy. Well it wasn’t. It was everything you could do to pass the class. This week, your teacher had assigned you to make traditional Finnish Laskiaispulla. You slid to the floor and drew your knees to your face. Your cooking area was an absolute mess. You were in the kitchens of your art school, alone. You felt tears prick the corners of your eyes but you refused to cry. You

You smiled contently. You were leaning against a tall tree enjoying its shade, and reading your favorite book. It was lunch time at your high school and you were taking advantage of your alone time. You weren’t unsocial or anything, you just didn’t really like to be surrounded by people 24/7. You had a few friends and they understood your need for solitude at times. “Excuse me,” a voice said in front of you. Startled, you looked up. Standing before you was Alfred F. Jones. He was probably one of the loudest boys you had ever met. He was incredibly popular; a self-proclaimed hero who always wore a grin and looked like

You often thought about what had happened in your life to lead you to where to this moment. You were a young, powerful senator who was leading the charge towards world peace. This put you on the hit list of many terrorist groups. You definitely weren’t the young girl from (hometown) anymore. It was because of the constant threats on your life, and the nagging of your advisors, that you hired a bodyguard. “An unfortunately attractive bodyguard,” you thought. Ivan Braginski was tall and strong. He had light hair and violet eyes. He was also one of the most intimidating men you had ever seen. Hence why he made the perfect bo