The Everything Store Novels & Stories

Elizabeth entered the shop with a small panel, ripe cherry colour, where it was written in moving letters, bright green: "Everything for everyone." That panel was a flying one and probably if you were ignorant and went past it, it would wobble in front of you until you walked inside, into the little store. As she stepped inside, she heard a harsh voice like that of a professor who scolds his student for not learning the lesson: “WHAT DO YOU WANT!?” Miss Edwards didn't know where the question came from, because there was no one there. She looked very carefully in the store so small and narrow, that almost no other person could enter. But she saw no human face.

“Um yes. How could I not be? Fashion central. Art and the food, Em.” “I know I know. I still remember 9 year old Josie Hale’s dream of going to the Eiffel Tower.” “Dream was to be a fashion designer there. I mean fashion capitol. Really.” “You’re right.” “Still no present ideas for me?” “No babe, sorry.” “I’m sure I’ll find something.” What do you buy the guy who is constantly tell you he has everything wants. I mean a brief case is boring although he might need one. Still not present worthy for the man I love.

It's a little bigger than my ideas, but it's also a lot better, and I'm excited to hear who's this is or see what's going to be happening in it. We head straight to the building, and Brian pulls a key from his pocket and unlocks the door. My mouth falls open as we enter, and I see the most amazing store I have ever seen. it's an open concept for the customers to see everywhere at once. You can see the counters, and they are all black and shiny. It's separated by walls but for workers but only behind the counters and doors that lead off the main part, probably for workers and storage areas behind the counters. They may also lead to rest rooms or things, I guess.

Joel drained my love for him until there was nothing left but hatred. One day, he had a luxury bag couriered over again. I called him up and asked to meet. When he arrived with hopeful eyes, I took the bag and handed it to a girl passing by. "Y-You don't like that brand anymore? I can get something else next time." "It's not about the brand. Everything you give me reeks of your stench. I don't want any of it." Joel opened his mouth, then closed it again, speechless. His eyes slowly reddened.

Dianna laughed. Little Shop had been a promotion run by a nationwide supermarket chain. For every thirty dollars spent in the store, the customer got a small kid’s toy. They were all miniatures of grocery products that could be collected to build a miniature toy supermarket. It was a cute idea until enterprising parents got involved and those miniatures deemed ‘rare’ started popping up on eBay and F******k Marketplace at exorbitant prices. There were even accusations of bullying and death threats. It had turned into a PR nightmare for the supermarket, although their sales certainly increased during the promotion.