A Sweet, Sweet Dinner Date by Professor-Potate, literature
Literature
A Sweet, Sweet Dinner Date
Oh boy. It’s date night, your first in what feels like ages, and the usual set of jitters is overtaking you. Pulling into the convenience store, you lean against your car and pump gasoline, tapping a little song on the back window as you try to relax. The pump handle clicks. As you replace the gas cap and go to hop back in the car, the slightest of smells drifts to your nose. The natural scent of a used car, at most other times, would have gone completely unnoticed, but even nose-blindness isn’t immune to pre-date anxiety. “Should get an air freshener, just in case,” you mutter to yourself, closing the door and strolling into the convenience store. You are greeted by the usual selection: new car, black ice—ooh, what’s this? A reddish-brown decorative tree hung on the edge of the rack, boasting the label of “Harvest Dessert,” a sweet potato pie and brown sugar-scented affair. Considering your interest piqued, you check it out with a tin of Altoids and continue on your way. You pull up
Life is Weird: Girls on Stage by Professor-Potate, literature
Literature
Life is Weird: Girls on Stage
“Uh… you sure about this, Max?” “Super sure. What’s wrong, don’t trust me?” Chloe Price, standing awkwardly on the makeshift stage they had fashioned out of American Rust’s bountiful piles of scrap metal, cast a lingering sidelong glance at the video camera—her idea, Max would be swift to point out—standing attentively on its tripod. “Listen, I’m just nervous about being stuck as some immobile balloon, that’s all.” It’s something Max had considered, of course. Let Chloe blow herself up, call some friends over, enjoy the spectacle before she mercifully rewound her girlfriend to a more manageable size; she had not given into that sadistic fantasy, though. Not yet. “I won’t let that happen, Chloe. That’s what the camera is for!” Max said, stepping toward the recorder and ensuring the blue-haired star of the show was still in-frame. “This way, you can see how huge you get without being too big to fit into a railcar. Win-win!” “Yeah, yeah,” Chloe muttered, already blushing at the
A Sweet, Sweet Dinner Date by Professor-Potate, literature
Literature
A Sweet, Sweet Dinner Date
Oh boy. It’s date night, your first in what feels like ages, and the usual set of jitters is overtaking you. Pulling into the convenience store, you lean against your car and pump gasoline, tapping a little song on the back window as you try to relax. The pump handle clicks. As you replace the gas cap and go to hop back in the car, the slightest of smells drifts to your nose. The natural scent of a used car, at most other times, would have gone completely unnoticed, but even nose-blindness isn’t immune to pre-date anxiety. “Should get an air freshener, just in case,” you mutter to yourself, closing the door and strolling into the convenience store. You are greeted by the usual selection: new car, black ice—ooh, what’s this? A reddish-brown decorative tree hung on the edge of the rack, boasting the label of “Harvest Dessert,” a sweet potato pie and brown sugar-scented affair. Considering your interest piqued, you check it out with a tin of Altoids and continue on your way. You pull up
Life is Weird: Girls on Stage by Professor-Potate, literature
Literature
Life is Weird: Girls on Stage
“Uh… you sure about this, Max?” “Super sure. What’s wrong, don’t trust me?” Chloe Price, standing awkwardly on the makeshift stage they had fashioned out of American Rust’s bountiful piles of scrap metal, cast a lingering sidelong glance at the video camera—her idea, Max would be swift to point out—standing attentively on its tripod. “Listen, I’m just nervous about being stuck as some immobile balloon, that’s all.” It’s something Max had considered, of course. Let Chloe blow herself up, call some friends over, enjoy the spectacle before she mercifully rewound her girlfriend to a more manageable size; she had not given into that sadistic fantasy, though. Not yet. “I won’t let that happen, Chloe. That’s what the camera is for!” Max said, stepping toward the recorder and ensuring the blue-haired star of the show was still in-frame. “This way, you can see how huge you get without being too big to fit into a railcar. Win-win!” “Yeah, yeah,” Chloe muttered, already blushing at the