An evolving collection of short stories based on a unique premise;
“A looked at B and C…”
“She looked at them and tried to imagine what that sense of collective belonging felt like; being part of a group of friends who had managed to remain close for so long.”
“She looked at them and opened her mouth in exaggerated shock. A high pitched squeal burst from her bursting collagen lips.”
“He looks at it and pushes away the carnal, blinding urges; to spit, to vomit, to tear; the rage screaming between his ears, telling him that the box is his – rightfully his – and that he should reclaim it with neither payment nor mercy, should snatch it back, and make the unworthy worm pay for his insolence.”
“I looked… inspired.
Indeed, you did.
That was amazing!”
“She looked at it and chewed the inside of her mouth. The auction had been running for almost twenty-four hours and with five minutes left there wasn’t a single bid. Of all the items listed, this was the only one unsold.”
“He looked at me and held his gaze… And I’m tellin’ ya’, he was holding it real firm… know what I mean?”
“I’ve looked at him and registered nothing, just my own reflection in the glass that’s separating us, I didn’t notice anyone on the other side of it, not at first.“
“He looked at them and stood suddenly motionless.“
“They look at him and cheer. Sixty thousand people. Right there, in the palm of his hand.”
“She looks at him and suppresses
her natural revulsion.”
“She’s looked at me and smiled.”
“She looked at him and directed a finger towards the sign.”
“He looked at it and experienced a familiar sense of wonder and worthlessness.”
“You look at it and stifle a groan.”
“He looked at him and stroked his arms casually through the warm sea.”
“He looked at it and felt a comfortable weight descend, as though a wave of warm amber was slowly consuming him, encasing him forever.”
“She looked at them and wondered how many were on the level.”
“She looks at it and glazes over, the chewing gum smacking rhythmically in her mouth.”
“They looked at it and snorted.”
“She looked at it and yawned deeply.”
“They looked at him and maintained their silence.”
“She looked at it and felt a jolt, a shock which became paralysis.”
“He looks at it and mutters,
‘Yeah, you’re right.'”
“I looked at him and endeavoured to apologize for the accident, but it was evident that these books which I had so unfortunately maltreated were very precious objects in the eyes of their owner.”
“He looked at them and curled his top lip, exposing a receded, tarry gumline, from which protruded a set of unnaturally long, and quite terrifying, nicotine glazed incisors.”
“He looked at them and sighed.“
“She looked at it and pinched the hem of her cardigan.”
“They looked at it and stopped dead in their tracks.“
“He looked at them and narrowed his eyes against a sharp wind which cut across the adjoining fields.“
“She looked at it and whimpered, struggling to contain the surge of adrenaline that now coursed through her.”
“He looked at her and extended a casual, inviting glance across the room.“
“She looked at it and bit her lip.“
“He looked at them and whistled. ‘Damn, motherfucker! Whatcho’ building, an army of meth heads?“
“It looks; at them, and blinks.”
“He looked at him and affected his most engaging smile.“
“She looked at her and shrugged. ‘Well they might be off?’ she said.“
“She looked at him and smiled. Involuntary, yet utter, it was the purest of smiles…”
“He looked at it and beamed. Ear to ear, not just a little grin this one…“
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