Olivia Vayne was a five-foot-four visiting professor with blonde hair, brown eyes, and a propensity to chew on plastic when nervous.  I noticed it during her interview.  She leaned forward, picked up a pen from my desk-my desk-and popped it right between her lips.  She kept talking, too, right around that pen.

She said: “You know, Churchill once ( Read more... )

Jules Orange, head of archaeology at Some University, single father, widower


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It was the hottest day since winter, two days before my first regional track meet, and twenty minutes before I would pass out for the first time.  It was one of those days you can predict the weather even before you step outside and squint into the blinding sun because, even with the windows of the classroom open and all the shades pulled down, you ( Read more... )

Miss Olivia Vayne

335 Pleasant Ave. #1
NY, NY

Dear Olivia,

If you’re going to give me an address to which I can send my nonsensical ramblings, is it highly unheard of that I should expect some form of reply?  Ah, I shouldn’t have to keep writing it, but I’m going to until you respond.  When I told you to leave, I didn’t mean the state ( Read more... )

Boy, I sure am glad I’m rich. Otherwise I got nothing going for me. It sure don’t help that Mrs. Allen’s boy turned out to be some sort of genius and all. You should see him, too, boy. He’s this puny little goddam twerp who walks into the room with his hair all parted and combed and his nose in the air like a lousy brat. He’s pretty rotten, ( Read more... )

Hi there! My name is Earnest Allen, but I go by Earnie. It’s a funny spelling, I know, but my momma was a funny gal. Everybody’s always telling me I can spell my name howsoever I want, but it’s not that I want it spelled any differently. I just think it’s funny, is all.

I have a wife named Sarah Olimpia, and three kids: Jesse, Nicole, and Baby ( Read more... )

I’m Jules Orange, and I suppose all you really need to know about me is that I’m in a relationship with Olivia Vayne. Yes, the movie star. She’ll tell you that’s all you need to know, anyway, and, while I do love her with all my heart, there’s more to me than just that. For starters, I play piano. Momma taught me when I was barely five. I ( Read more... )

My name is Olivia Vayne, and I see ghosts. I used to be an actress, too, but I gave it all up to chase the dead. Sometimes I worry about money and what’s going to happen when all my savings are gone, but I own a mansion in Louisiana that I can sell when times get tough, and who needs to live in New York? I have a rich boyfriend, too, even though ( Read more... )