It was not for the first time in his life that Merc felt a need to both stop and rewind time. He had done something idiotic, once again.
A knowing silence met his sheepish gaze. Having been proficient in her language of “dots” for years now, he knew that her silence meant only one thing: You fucked up.
For a young woman of such a short stature, Kiki was an intimidating force to be reckoned with. Peering up to Merc, her icy glare was only amplified by her piercing blue eyes. For just a brief moment, her long, blue-black hair seemed to billow with anger. It was as if someone had left the window open, conveniently letting in a well-timed, gale-forced wind. It was absolutely terrifying.
“Heh, Kiki, look…I’m sorry?” Merc said. He defensively rose his hands up in front of him, hoping that Kiki would go easy on him. Upon further reflection, he knew that action was a rather pathetic attempt at pleading for mercy.
Kiki’s eyes narrowed at Merc’s words and body language, and her glare only intensified. If one were to peer closely, they would have seen the vein throbbing on her forehead. There would be no mercy today.
“Alright! Look, I’m sorry I broke the coffee pot! It’s not my fault that some idiot left it on the edge of the counter! That coffee pot was practically begging for me to knock it over!”
Seemingly satisfied with his sputtering response, Kiki merely shrugged and hopped onto the counter to rummage through the cabinets. Merc’s shoulders literally drooped with relief. He had managed to escape the wrath that is Kiki, and would live to see another day. With his zest for life slowly being restored, he finally lifted his downcast eyes to peer around the Teacher’s Lounge.
Despite Merc’s failed attempt at hiding the broken coffee pot (in a garbage can, with the cord hanging out), everything else appeared to be in order inside the office. That is, until his gaze came full circle, and he caught sight of Kiki. If Merc’s jaw could have, it would have literally dropped to the floor at the scene before him.
There was Kiki, holding a brand new coffee pot in her small, dainty hands. And there she was, smirking at him like the all-knowing Cheshire cat. The little nymph had played him for a fool.
Amused blue eyes held the gaze of dumfounded brown eyes for quite some time. Then, Merc silently shifted a blank look towards the coffee pot in Kiki’s hands. After about twenty seconds, Merc raked his hands through his bushy-brown hair in a fit of rage. An incoherent spluttering of the word AUGH managed to escape his lips as he turned to storm out of the office.
Kiki just blinked.
Iris, a fellow coworker, decided to enter the Teacher’s Lounge at that precise moment. Presumably, she was confused by her boyfriend’s incessant ranting about Kiki being a “psychopath.” However, at the sight of Kiki fiddling with a new coffee pot, all worries about Kiki’s mental stability and her boyfriend’s sanity left Iris’ mind.
“EEE!!! We finally got a new coffee pot! Goodbye brown sludge, HELLO~ heavenly-brewed concoctions!” Iris exclaimed, her eyes shut and her hands clasped together like a love-struck teenager. She was obviously imagining being on a date with a cup of the heavenly-brewed concoction. Ouch. Sorry, Merc.
“Hah. Speak for yourself, I’m gonna miss old Sludgy,” Kiki drawled.
“Really?! Maybe there really was something to Merc calling you a psychopath!” Iris chirped, all notions of sarcasm having left her mind at the moment.
Kiki stared blankly.
“Err…You were kidding, weren’t you.” Iris stated, more so than questioned.
“Oh! Haha! Oopsie!” As if to accentuate the “oops”, Iris playfully bonked herself on the head.
Kiki shook her head in exasperation as she silently slid the freshly-brewed concoction over to Iris. How Iris ever became her friend, she would never know. She then went to seat herself next to her green-eyed friend.
A peaceful silence ensued as each woman enjoyed their Columbian blend. But then, Iris couldn’t contain herself, and had to wonder aloud, “Did you know about the new coffee pot?”
Kiki gazed up.
“Well, honestly,” she began, “I didn’t. I really thought Merc had broken my only source of caffeine.” She paused to add creamer to her coffee, and then continued, “And we all know I need a caffeine fix to get by in the morning!” As if to emphasize her point, she comically took a big gulp of coffee.
Both women laughed. Kiki then went on to add, “When I was rummaging through the cabinets, I was actually looking for something to chuck at Merc. It was just his luck that I happened to find a brand-spanking-new coffee pot! Anyway, I think he misinterpreted my grinning at him as setting him up for something. Eh,” she shrugged, not really caring what Merc thought.
“Sounds like Merc; eagerly jumping to conclusions,” Iris sighed over her coffee.
“Well, you’re the one who’s dating him,” Kiki responded nonchalantly, sipping at her cup of coffee.
Iris looked up and, after a brief inner debate, whacked Kiki upside her head. Kiki glanced at her with mock disbelief. Then, all too childishly, both women began to laugh.
Merc, choosing this moment to grace the office with his presence, muttered, “Women.” He would never understand them.
At his response, more laughter could be heard; however, Kiki’s laugh sounded hollow. After all, it was tough for Kiki to keep her act up.Thankfully, her slip in character went by unnoticed. Thank, God.
It might take ages (like years), but I have taken it upon myself to complete the 100 Themes Challenge. (Though, it may turn out to be like 100+ short stories, since I have two characters running around in my head right now.) Anyway; the rules are simple: Write a story reflecting one of the themes listed below. It can be anything, as long as it’s not Mary-Sue type crap.
The List 1. Introduction 2. Complicated 3. Making History 4. Rivalry 5. Unbreakable 6. Obsession 7. Eternity 8. Gateway 9. Death 10. Opportunities 11. 33% 12. Dead Wrong 13. Running Away 14. Judgment 15. Seeking Solace 16. Excuses 17. Vengeance 18. Love 19. Tears 20. My Inspiration 21. Never Again 22. Online 23. Failure 24. Rebirth 25. Breaking Away 26. Forever and a day 27. Lost and Found 28. Light 29. Dark 30. Faith 31. Colours 32. Exploration 33. Seeing Red 34. Shades of Grey 35. Forgotten 36. Dreamer 37. Mist 38. Burning 39. Out of Time 40. Knowing How 41. Fork in the road 42. Start 43. Nature’s Fury 44. At Peace 45. Heart Song 46. Reflection 47. Perfection 48. Everyday Magic 49. Umbrella 50. Party 51. Troubling Thoughts 52. Stirring of the Wind 53. Future 54. Health and Healing 55. Separation 56. Everything For You 57. Slow Down 58. Lesson 59. Challenged 60. Exhaustion 61. Accuracy 57. Versus 58. Heartfelt Apology 59. Luck 60. Impressions 61. Teenager 62. Irregular Orbit 63. Cold Embrace 64. Frost 65. A Moment in Time 66. Dangerous Territory 67. Boundaries 68. Unsettling Revelations 69. Shattered 70. Bitter Silence 71. The True You 72. Pretence 73. Patience 74. Midnight 75. Shadows 76. Summer Haze 77. Memories 78. Change in the Weather 79. Illogical 80. Only Human 81. A Place to Belong 82. Advantage 83. Breakfast 84. Echoes 85. Falling 86. Picking up the Pieces 87. Gunshot 88. Possession 89. Twilight 90. Nowhere and Nothing 91. Answers 92. Innocence 93. Simplicity 94. Reality 95. Acceptance 97. Enthusiasm 98. Game 99. Friendship 100. Endings
I’m writing a research paper, and I’m sad to say I won’t likely be getting an ‘A’ on this paper (even though I’ve worked my ass off on it). This kinda puts a damper on me trying to get on the Dean’s List.
The paper is essentially a replication of an experiment conducted more than 30 years ago. Since then, that experiment has become a freakin’ theory. Theories are theories for a reason - they’ve been proven time and time again.
Now, I would never have willingly chosen to conduct a replication experiment. In fact, the only way I would conduct a replication is if some sadistic-clown-mannequin was holding me at freakin’ machete point. Not gun point; machete point. That’s right, I’d rather face a sadistic-clown-mannequin with a gun than conduct a replication.
Point being: I have no idea what to write for the limitations section, a crucial part of the paper; I didn’t design the experiment. In fact, I was forced to participate as a subject in the experiment. Now, I’m forced to write the paper as if I designed the dang experiment and ran it. I’m pretty sure that’s unethical in some weird way. As for limitations, the only ones I can find are ones that affect subjects within-groups rather than between-groups. Which is a freakin’ taboo to write in a research paper. And my peer editor/reviewer/whatever-the-freak-you-wanna-call-him didn’t even get to edit this part of my initial rough draft. The part I explicitly said I needed help on. And my TA is no help either. GAH.
So now, I’m going to churn out nonsense. Not only because I hate this paper, but because I have no idea what the **** to write. And I have no one to look over it to make sure I’m not making the same damn mistake. Again.
I don’t even know why I bother aiming for all A’s in the first place. I’m just setting myself up for the crash and burn. Or the metaphorical machete-wielding sadistic-clown-mannequin.
I’m not sure what I’ve done to deserve a bout of bad karma, but here I am - suffering from a bout of bad karma. I know I haven’t been mean or vindictive to anyone recently, so I just have to wonder. Perhaps, I haven’t been doing enough good to warrant good karma. Maybe I should go volunteer somewhere. Still, a lack of good actions and no bad actions shouldn’t warrant bad karma. I must be suffering from bad karma accrued during my past lives and this one. :\