sourpatchgirl

This wasn't originally a love story. At least not the kind that you're used to. I know you're used to happy endings with a man falling in love with a woman. After all, I've seen those romances too, so I know what it's like to make believe a one true love exists out there. I'm in New York now, boarding the subway to get home from work. It's crowded as usual with people invading each other's spaces. An older man scoffs at a couple beside him. They interlock lips every now and then as if they're alone. I scoff, too, and roll my eyes, but secretly I wonder if I'll ever experience what they have. Looking over to my left, I see a man gazing over

Zach scuttled across a busy road on the way to his friends house. He let out a sigh once he reached the other side. There had to be a better way to travel. Passing by a gas station, he read all the signs that he passed. "Gas - 3.99." "Soda - 1.50." "33%." "33 percent?" Zach read out loud. He stopped before the sign and tilted his head at the number. Green leaves intruded on the percent sign and the rest of the words as well. Slowly, he reached and pulled the branch back. The sun shined on the words as he read, "Teleportation devices inside. 33% better than before!" A huge smile lit up his face. If it was better than before, then it must be g