Catty Corner Ice House Novels & Stories

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

One last look at the meat and I walk away. I walk down the street and as I am about to turn into the next street, I halt as the conversance of the environment hits me. I move further in and look around and then I see it- the ice cream stand in the street. I dodge behind a pillar and look. The man selling fabrics is there flapping his fabrics beside the woman selling fishes.

Because anything more would have been too much. “There is a small shop just along the street,” he added, gesturing faintly. “They are known for their ices. I thought it might be… pleasant.” Cora brightened immediately. “That sounds lovely.” I hesitated. Just for a moment. Then nodded. “Yes. That would be agreeable.” The shop was modest. Charming in a quiet way, with small tables set just outside beneath the shade of a narrow awning. The air carried the faint sweetness of sugar and cream, something light and almost nostalgic.

Theo held a flash drive, casually tossing it in the air. “Sorry to barge in,” Jin said, his tone deceptively calm. “But we thought this might clear a few things up.” “What is the meaning of this?” my dad demanded, his eyes narrowing. Without waiting for permission, Theo walked past my parents and plugged the flash drive into the living room TV. The screen flickered to life, and a video began to play. It was Catty, her voice unmistakable. “I mean, it wasn’t even that hard,” she bragged to someone off-camera, her tone dripping with glee. “Everyone already thinks Cora’s a mess. All I had to do was push her over the edge. And honestly? Watching her squirm has been so worth it.”

Something that he had never shown to other people. ‘There’s something creepy in this guy,’ Hunter thought. Ian drove in the middle of the night. Wondering where he would go, Hunter followed. They arrived in alleyways that were shielded with homes that were one handshake door to door. Dumpsters were tucked away in alleys, with free fish to the passing cats. Hunter sealed up his nostrils as the smell would want him to conjure memories of sweeter perfumes. “Just where he will go?” he complained. From afar, Hunter saw Ian stopping into somewhere. He stopped in a small shop that had a pizza-box-sized window.

In the light brown box, the walls are the same colour, with a sketch of Caramel with mouse ears and tails, a shy look on his face with a couch with books on it, and comics. In the dark brown, the walls are brown with Coco having a tail and dog ears and a collar around his neck. His section has his easel, canvas and pencils. And then the wall facing the door, is painted yellow, a lighthouse and a beach on it, while Vanilla stares at the sea. This Vanilla, by the way, is a cat.

My daughter is out playing with that b*stard, I can't find my son, Linux is busy with work, and Luna is busy with school. Connie was a pitiful, lonely old woman, and she was even tortured by the dogs. Connie's roars echoed in the Aebasa residence everyday. "Kater, let go of my slippers!" "Snowball, do you want to be turned into mush?!!" "Cash, get out of here!!!" In the teahouse, Connie burst out an earth shaking roar after seeing that her chessboard had a corner bitten off by Cash, that husky. That completely ignited her rage. Startled, Cash fled like lightning.

“It’s so beautiful.” “Crimson, why did this place have so many doors?” Grant asked when they passed so many corridor. Each corridor have six ice crystal doors which already engraved with number. “We will made this place as an inn, as well. Don't worry, the rooms are warm and comfortable enough to sleep in. If you want to stay the night, please tell me.” Said the snowman with red scarf when they almost reached the last door that connected to the rooftop. A snowman with black bow tie guard the door and smiled faintly when saw them. “Hello, Crimson.”

And leaving her at the kitchen table, he turned and walked to the bedroom, his bro in tow. Two windows sat at the end of the small room, the sad stretch of Eidolon Avenue waiting below. Before that, along with the hardwood floors and dingy white walls scarred with long stains the color of rancid yellow mustard, there was nothing except a mattress shoved against a wall and a large deep freezer humming in the center. The kind with the lid that opened on the top, its wide base surrounded by bouquets of flowers and fragrant potted plants. A freezer made for heavy sides of beef and other large cuts of meat. And since Tits, Freckles and Teeth were laid out on the floor, it was empty. “Should’ve ha

53 IVORY The market was rowdy and muddy. Mama led me through the tight spaces in between people and flying sputum. We got to an one storey building containing stalls. Mama walked to one on the ground floor and extracted some keys from her bag to unlock the huge padlocks.