BlueSapphire2000

All the company’s heads were at the meeting, but after four hours they were no closer to coming up with a solution. The Head of Administration looked round at the other three heads with a twinkle in his eye. “Come now, my dauntless, pulchritudinous colleagues…” “...pul-chri-tu-di-nous colleagues…” murmured Tim the PA, as he took the minutes on his laptop. “...surely we can find an answer to this mighty problem between us?” He took a deep breath. “How on earth are we going to fit this new delivery of envelopes into the stationery cupboard?” The Head of Marketing stared back

Alison had been wrong in thinking she wouldn’t know anyone at the party. She was barely through the door when she spotted an old school acquaintance, someone she hadn’t seen in over twenty years. She gave him an enthusiastic wave. The man looked at her in bemusement and Alison hurried across. “Hello—!” She came to a dead stop. What the heck was the bloke’s name? She frowned. Probably best to try and dig it out before going any further or this could get embarrassing. Alison gestured vaguely at the stairs. “I’m just going to…” The man nodded, looking even more bewildered, and Alis

12:00 AM They met at the stroke of midnight: the Big Hand and the Little Hand were both on 12. “Big Hand,” said the Little Hand, nervously. “We’ve spent a lot of time together.” “Yes, indeed,” smiled the Big Hand. “A lot of time.” The Little Hand swallowed hard. “And… well, during that time, I’ve become very fond of you.” It produced a diamond ring. “Big Hand… would you accept this Little Hand in marriage?” There was a pause. “Um,” said the Big Hand. “‘Um’?” said the Little Hand. “It’s just

The cast had gathered together to witness the unveiling of the poster for: X = 8 + 7 “Well, that’s unfair!” said +. “X is a complete unknown—it shouldn’t be getting higher billing than the rest of us!” + appeared a little cross. “You know, I’m considering walking out of this equation!” The producer sighed. “Look, I think I know the solution: X, will you reveal your true identity, please?” X whipped off its cloak and⸺ “You’re 15!” said +, trying to curtsey and bow simultaneously. “I’m a huge fan.” “God, you’re suc

It is darkness. Darkness in your blood, and in your body, and in your bones. It’s black fire in your veins and a low-burning undercurrent of anger. It’s sadness, and it threatens to surge up at any moment. Swallow you whole. Leave you sobbing on the ground. It takes you in slow, intimate waves, washing over you in nausea and night and pain. Seizes your muscles and locks you away, burns the brightness out of you with a cold, predatory intensity. Vicious, it strips you bare and wears you down, cuts into you until you curl inward and then it takes your edges too. It leaves numbness in its wake, a gray gauze the world cannot penetrate