It’d only been moments. Her body was still tingling; her breath still ragged. Her eyes weren’t focusing right and her heartbeat was too loud. She could hear his voice through the fever in her mind. She was still in the clouds – starting to crash down. She looked at everything but him. It was all … Read More
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She just wants to be loved
She just wants for someone to make her feel wanted, to make her feel Loved. So she settles for the half truths, and inconsistent kisses and hugs. She deals with the constant arguments that drains her energy. She’s exhausted. But she just wants to feel loved. So she watches him fill his body with toxins, … Read More
Unexpected
I can’t think of many redeeming qualities he possesses. Half of the time, okay maybe majority of the time, I’m struggling to even find what it is I even find attractive about him. He really isn’t my type physically. Besides his curly black hair, his smooth brown skin, his perfectly shaped lips. Ok…ok maybe I … Read More
A short: Half Past
The clock showed half past midnight What an hour to be awake There is no security for these later years Seven decades of this Can she finally rest The dreams have died as the years go by Anger, sadness and then acceptance Joy and happiness have long ago been given a new meaning There are … Read More
Another short: Night
#amwriting They sat together by the fire. The sun was just setting in front of them. The end of a long day. He chuckled. “You were too young for me.” She rolled her eyes and dared a half smile. “You were too old for me.” “Did it matter?” “Not to me.” She poked at the … Read More
Blurry Face: short
I found this in my writing folder. It’s not about my young dude. It’s before his time with me. I’m starting over completely. Again. I will be getting a new job, moving to a new city, into a new house and finding new friends. I will be getting used to the quirks of a new … Read More
A short story
“She told him she found comfort in the way he looked into her eyes. He never did it again. He absentmindedly played with a length of her hair as she laid her head on his shoulder. She caught sight of his admiration. The next day she cut her hair boyishly short. This was how they … Read More
Your Pain is My Salve
#AmWriting “You’re right, sir. I am complicit in my own torment. You were my addiction and I allowed you to crush me and to change me. You most definitely did me a favor when you discarded me so unceremoniously. But I do not care for you, sir. That is not why I entertain you and … Read More