Eighties Style Novels & Stories

In front of everyone, I tore off the veil I had worn eighty-eight times. This time, the relationship was finally over.

She asked, sensing my curiosity. “The Blogger…” I mumbled. “She was here just a few minutes ago but I told her you won’t be available until 10am…” I glanced at my wristwatch and the time was a few minutes past nine. Just then, the rotating glass door beeped open and a woman, dressed in the most elegant dress I’ve seen recently stepped in. A thick milky crepe midi gown, paired with a classy crop jacket- a proper 80s outfit. Yes, this was a vintage style outfit popular in the 80s and she had recreated it so gracefully.

What a snob This pissed me off, why do I need to fit into his schedule, if he was so busy why ask us to meet even. I may have decided to take my sweet time in dressing up, well that was because I didn't know what to wear, and there was no stylist to help me, but I had Penny and Merry helped me, They were Lita's daughters and were my friends since there were the only two closer to my age, after rummaging through my wardrobe we finally came up with something, a black sanquine Balenciaga's off the shoulder body con dress that fit tightly, and an Alexander McQueen knee high boot, Merry was good with make up, so I made her do a heavy make-up with smoky eyeshadows and red lipsticks, I may had lied

Isabella said coming inside the house. "Oh..." Her lips forms an O before her signature smile returned to her face again. She pointed her fingers at her daughter. "Hahaha, you... I don't understand," she seemed to be fighting back her smile. I turned to look at Isabella who was behind me, only to burst into feat of laughter as I took in her current appearance. She was wearing a dress, a very long dress that looks like what could be seen in the nineteen eighties (1980). "Why are you all laughing," she glared at me then turn to her mom who was still chuckling.

I never got the baby powder thing at all, but the hint of that smell on someone who liked to break people's kneecaps just for fun always seemed to me to be a slightly sick twist on the clichéd gangster image he portrayed. And if he was an atypical gangster, then his office was a perfect reflection of him. Black lacquered furniture and chrome were still all the rage in Oscar's world, as were the red carpet and matching accessories. It was like 80's office Hell on acid. I couldn't have conjured up a worse hallucination with five pills and ten tabs on my tongue. He even had one of those kinetic desk toys with the metal figures on the see-saw, which he seemed to take great delight in watching mo

She looked effortlessly cool as she stepped forward. Her long, dark hair flowed freely down her back, but it was clear the loose waves had been styled to perfection. The front strands were lifted in a voluminous, slightly retro fashion—reminiscent of the bold, confident women from '80s movies. She wore a light blue men's dress shirt with a gray striped tie loosely draped around her neck. In one hand, she casually slung her suit jacket over her shoulder. The moment she appeared, camera flashes exploded around her.

She’d graduated to P*******t boards, although she missed the hands-on cut-and-paste of those scrapbooks and vision boards. Mia hadn’t met a style she didn’t like. From 50s poodle skirts to 70s gold lamé hot pants. She loved the layered, fluro tops and bubble skirts from the 80s and the severe, shoulder-padded jackets of the 90s. It didn’t matter if it was low-rise jeans, skinny jeans, boyfriend jeans, 501s, bubble-gum jeans, stone-washed denim, dark denim, dirty denim, or double-denim, she loved it all.

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

Cathy had a good eye for this kind of thing, much better than I did, and always read all the magazines. Yet, through the sparkle and the flair, one dress seemed to call to me. I pushed the others aside, entranced. It was an older style. A much, much older style. Like it was straight out of the silent movie era. Or maybe the early talkies. And it was gorgeous. When had Cathy even purchased this? I didn’t remember seeing it before. It was so beautiful, I couldn’t wait to wear it. In the back of my mind, a little voice in my head wondered…

God, she was insatiable back in her prime! He then spotted the tape from 1988. It was simply called 15th Anniversary. It was a special video Dottie made where she dressed, undressed and talked dirty while changing into a variety of sexy outfits... each outfit featured nylons, since that had always been, and still was his biggest fetish. Close-ups of her toes in nylons, in a variety of toenail colours, and a variety of nylon colours became one of his biggest jerk-off vids. She was just so damn beautiful, so full of life. God, did he miss her!