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Emmitt Owens

romance

  • Chill n’Fill Episode 22

    Spilled Coffee, Supernatural Seekers, and Late-Night Confessions    My Friday night shift at Chill n’Fill was off to a promising start. The one-eyed polar bear sign flickered less tonight—Bob had finally convinced the electrician to return and fix the wiring after three rescheduled appointments. The bear’s eyepatch now glowed a vibrant purple instead of its Read more

  • Chill n’Fill Episode 20

    Limitations, Lamentations, and Lyrical Coincidences    Jennifer called in sick again. This time her excuse was that her “goldfish blew bubbles” which is either some elaborate euphemism I’m not hip enough to understand or the weakest excuse in the history of employment. Either way, I’m covering her shift for the eighth time this month. At Read more

  • Chill n’Fill Episode 17

    Seek and You Shall Find, Darkness Falls, and Worried Masterpieces    I arrived for my Wednesday shift at Chill n’Fill to find Bob wrestling with our one-eyed polar bear sign again. This time, he was carefully attaching what appeared to be a tiny telescope to the bear’s remaining good eye. The sombrero had been removed… Read more

  • Chill n’Fill Episode 12

    Late Night Desires, Divine Complexes, and Heated Confessions    It was Saturday night at Chill & Fill, and I was feeling distinctly unlike myself. Two weeks without a date, an apartment with broken air conditioning, and the constant disappointment of dating apps had left me in a perpetually aroused state that was becoming increasingly distracting. Read more

  • Marty’s Quikmart Episode 5

    Bob’s Announcements    Thursday night at Chill & Fill, and the one-eyed polar bear sign flickers above the entrance like a neon guardian with a perpetual wink. My shift begins with the usual routine… counting the register, checking expiration dates on the milk, contemplating my life choices.   The intercom crackles to life. That familiar static Read more

  • Marty’s Quikmart: Episode 1

    Episode 1: The Tube Socks, the Pipe, and the Snickers Thief The late afternoon lull at Marty’s Quickmart always gives me a false sense of security. It’s that deceptive hour between the lunch rush and evening commuters when I think I might actually get to restock the shelves in peace. I should know better by Read more