Maggie Glass Novels & Stories

Outside the window New York was doing its early morning thing grey and gold simultaneously, the light not yet decided, the city already fully operational because the city was always fully operational and didn't care what the light was doing. "I'm not going to tell you what's in it," Maggie said finally. "That's not mine to tell." "I know." "But I'll tell you this." Maggie set her tea down. She looked at Nathalia in the direct, unhurried way she had the way of someone who had decided to say something and was going to say it properly. "He put it face down eleven years ago. Before I started. I know this because the woman who had my job before me told me about it on my first week as a warning, I

I appear behind them and they turn around at the sound of my voice and practically squeal. "Kate!" I give them a tiny smug smile. "Seriously you don't need to put an effort to look good." Ver remarks, hands tucked in her hoodie pocket. "What are you two doing out here?" "W-we're scared of going in and let our presence known. Sss-specially me. I've got this feeling I'd get kicked out before I step foot in." It's Maggie, her cheeks and neck pink from embarrassment as she stares at a guy smoking weed at her side with her big glasses on the perch of her nose, before she awkwardly pushes her glasses up and cast her eyes down to the floor. The act makes the glasses slip down to the edge of her nos

Daniel stared at the screen, heart pounding. Up above, behind glass and power, Margaux made her final move. And neither of them knew yet what it would cost.

I want her to embrace life, and laugh and love and dance to drum and bass, if that’s what makes her happy. I keep working on my spreadsheet. Just a few more hours to go. • • • VIOLET POV Maggie Connor is too drunk to listen to anything much I have to say, but when I tell her at eleven that I might make a move early she seems to hear that loud and clear. “NOOO!” she wails and grips my wrist for dear life. “I neeeeed you, bestie!” Like hell she does.

I looked at my reflection in the foggy mirror. "Are you okay?" Maggie's voice came from behind the door. I opened the door. Maggie stood in front of me, her makeup perfect, red on her lips, black on her eyes, glowing skin. She looked like a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to get it. "Fine. I'm just a little upset." Maggie looked me up and down from head to toe. "You know, Ana, with a body like this, you could be making a lot more money."

“We must inform the K- Thade. This is a strong reaction, Lana. You look…you don’t look well at all.” “I’ll be alright,” I lie, forcing a smile that doesn’t reach my eyes, desperate to stop the pity I see forming in her expression. “Can we get you anything else?” Maggie asks, her fingers trailing through my hair before she expertly twists it into a loose knot. “There, that will keep it off the damp towel,” she says. “My glasses,” I breathe, closing my eyes against the lingering static of the room. “Please.”

Maggie opened the door and leaned on the door frame. “That bad? Some girls like their enemies a little too much, not your type?” I cringed. “Ok then let's make this better, we have coffee and pastries to serve!” She announced. Maggie waved a cup in the air, no doubt full of delicious coffee, caramel, and creamy goodness. I smiled, grabbing my apron and wiping the tears with the back of my hand before putting the joint out and taking the coffee from her as I walked out. Maggie clapped her hands. I held my coffee high as we shouted on our way out,

“Yet for the life of me I don’t know why.” He stepped back, completely thrown off by her display of abilities. Brandon held his glass to his lips while watching her warily, barely sipping it. “Are you some kind of a witch or something?” he finally asked. “Witch? That’s what you’re calling me? Witch?” Maggie hissed as she stood glowering at Brandon with her hands on her hips, her legs spread apart, and a large scowl on her face. If she had a parrot on her shoulder and a patch on her eye, she would have easily passed for a pirate; an offended one at that.

The end. She worked all night, barely pausing, and when dawn’s first light crept through the studio windows, Maggie stepped back, amazed at how much she’d actually accomplished. She blinked up at the legs and hips of the dancing goddess, stunned at her grace, her serenity. Can you loan me some of that, lady? ‘Cause I’m in short supply of both right now. ****

"Of going to prison?" "Oh, please." She rolled her eyes, gaining on me. If I turned and ran from my best friend and then hid in a trash can would that make me lose best friend status or just mean I was smart? I started to turn on my heel, but she grabbed my elbow and tugged me back toward Main Street. "Do you really think he'd send a blind nineteen-year-old to prison?" "I'm not blind!" I yelled. "That's lying!" "Your glasses are huge." Maggie's eyes widened as if to show me logistically how huge my glasses really were. "Trust me, just pretend like you can't see, he'll totally buy it."