Kismet Candy

By Frye Martin

You love candy, but what about kismet?

Kismet—fate. In each of these stories, girls and guys who are just on the edge of understanding will have to determine their fates for themselves.

Is the Internet broken or is the world? Cellular phones are just harmless devices, aren’t they? Sometimes breaking up is easy and it is the moving on part that is hard. A missing celebrity, a pizza delivery guy, a cleverly disguised robot, and a hot summer night is more than any of them bargained for, but kismet calls.

Featuring the short stories, “Broke the Internet,” “Attached at the Hand,” and “Caged Beauties.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Freedom Dawn Press
• Release date: Aug 9, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370029549

Frye Martin

Frye Martin writes YA and adult fiction and loves it.***********The heart,The pen,The why,The when,The nameThe place,The hidden face,The hope,The dream,The bursting seam,The story must be told.***********

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Kismet Candy

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Kismet Candy

by Frye Martin

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Contents

Copyright

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Title Page

Broke the Internet

Attached at the Hand

Different Guys, Different Types

The Ball Won't Drop In the Locked Room

This is Me

No One Will Ever Read It

Caged Beauties

Bonfire of the Vanities: Blaze Sneak Peek

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Meet the Author

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A Note to Readers

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Broke the Internet

My booty broke the Internet, Myra said without a hint of irony. Coy gave her a chance to laugh, explain, or anything other than to scroll endlessly with a regular swish of her thumb. Eventually, he gave up.

Now, when you say broke the Internet, are you referring to load time or...? I mean, how big is your booty?

Oh, she said with relish, it is bigger than-- Wait. You know what I am talking about right? Not my derriere.

Coy rolled his eyes. Just when I was taking you seriously.

Myra threw Coy an ugly look after glancing down at her derriere.

I am talking about the pirate's booty I'm trying to win on this website. It is as good as mine. If only these other dreamers would log off so that I can claim it.

Coy carefully pushed a heavy box onto a shelf. Then he wiped his brow. Then he gave Myra an ugly look.

"Myra, I really want you to win. Okay, no, I don't. No, I really want you to work. You are supposed to be working. Whoops, we are supposed to be working."

Ha. If I win this treasure, I won't need this internship anymore.

The two of them returned to what they were doing, grumbling softly to themselves. They were standing in an old filing room the size of a closet, no larger than four feet by five feet.

So, how is the Internet broken? Coy asked grudgingly.

I don't know, everything just stopped.

Are you sure it isn't your phone?

My phone is working just fine. Even inside this cloffice.

Let me see-- Coy said, stretching out his hand but the lights went out.

Alright, Coy. I'll give you three seconds to get a grip and turn the lights back on.

I didn't do it, he shouted. You are the one next to the door.

Oh, she said. Yeah. Well, I didn't do it.

I never actually said you did. But why don't we try something? Why don't you open the door so we can go out and see what is going on. I don't know why you closed the door in the first place.

It's cold out there.

Try doing some work, dead-weight, Coy thought to himself. Chill out, hothead, she thought.

Myra opened the door and they went outside. All of the lights were out. Everywhere. Outside of the filing room was a wall-sized window overlooking most of the campus. It was still early enough that there were a few rays of light. They could see dirty, worn-out snow, barren trees, a parking lot, several buildings. Farther in the distance was a row of fast food restaurants and a CVS. It was clear that there were no lights anywhere.

Alright, I'm getting out of here, Myra said.

She pulled her keys from her jacket pocket. The sound seemed mocking. Coy licked his lips. He would have to walk.

You're going back to the dorms? It'll be black there, too.

Maybe, she said. I have candles.

Listen, would you mind giving me a ride? I'm not that far.

Myra smiled at Coy. She was all fire and ice.

Hey, I did all the work today. You did nothing.

This is how you ask me nicely?

Ringing. Ringing. Ringing. Ringing. Ringing. Ringing. Ringing.

The ringing was in their ears.

*****

Myra looked up slowly. Coy was across from her. He pulled his hands away from his head little by little, as though he thought he needed to be ready to grab his head again.

What did you do to me? she demanded.

Coy took a deep breath. You've been watching me the whole time. I was in just as much pain as you were.

Myra closed her eyes. She hadn't been watching him. She hadn't been able to move and he was in her line of vision. That wasn't the same. But she had seen him. It looked like he had screamed at one point. Myra couldn't hear anything though. She could only hear ringing.

She tried to stand up. Her heart started racing immediately. She plopped back down.

I didn't feel pain. It was more like--

Like stunned, he said. That happened to me once. I got hit with a ball during baseball practice. It was like the lights were on but there still wasn't any light.

Coy stood with no problem and crossed over to Myra. He helped her up.

We need to get out of here, she said.

They stood in front of the big window. Various cracks had splintered the glass. It was still intact, still kept the wind out.

Aside from the cracks, everything looked just as it had before ... Before.

They walked quickly to Myra's car. They encountered no people in their way. The air was different somehow. The cold was different somehow. Myra wondered if there were different kinds of cold. Coy wondered why things looked darker and how long they'd crouched on the floor inside the research building.

Myra got into her car just fine, but when she tried to start it, there was nothing. There was no sound. Nothing. The two of them sat down, shut the doors and tried to think of what to do.

Do you know how to hot-wire?

Coy laughed. Myra didn't