Bruised and Broken

Molecules vibrate, closing in on my skin, expanding their distance between love and pain, yanking at my vocal cords. I form I hate you with my lips, but the words refuse to see the light of day. Despair drips, like a Chinese torture technique, flooding my wherewithal to put together sentences, much less rational thoughts.  I’dContinue reading “Bruised and Broken”

I Lost My Virginity To Two Women At Once (short story)

Jessica, the girl next door, leaned against her apartment door; smoke floated from a white stick she held between her lips; her gaze drew my eyes to her apple shaped lips minutes before I died; buried, tangled in a California king-sized bedsheet. Several bubbles of nerves and spit formed in my dry throat, wanting toContinue reading “I Lost My Virginity To Two Women At Once (short story)”

Put Your Mask On–Everyone Has The Coronavirus!

 “Let it go, Dani!” “You smashed her skull with a—” “There you go bringing up old—” “Yesterday is old now?” “She had signs.” “Yeah, signs her ex-husband punched her face, nothing more.” “You callin’ me a lair?” Dani pointed. “Look,” she said of the people donning gas masks. “It must have gotten here before weContinue reading “Put Your Mask On–Everyone Has The Coronavirus!”

A Soldier Faked His Own Death!

“Ma’am, I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news,” Captain Bill said, removing his beret. “Mike’s ok, right?” “Please, sit down,” Bill said as he guided her to her leather sofa. Jackie sprung to her feet, extended her arms, putting distance between them. “I’m fine standing.” “It’s Mike—” “Just come out and say it!” Jackie said.Continue reading “A Soldier Faked His Own Death!”

My Ex Crashed My Wedding!

“Who the fuck invited him?” Matt, the bridegroom, asked, loosening his necktie, and then clenching both fists. Alan stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips. He hadn’t shaved in days but his thick black hair styled in place. Janice, Matt’s sister, put her body directly in front of Matt and pressed herContinue reading “My Ex Crashed My Wedding!”

Mom Hates Me, So I’m On My Own

“Thought ahead, didn’t ya?” Ben mocked. “After you graduate, you’re someone else’s problem,” Janice said. “We’re not going to take care of you for free.” “You sure put on a show before the caseworker.” Jenna’s brows drew close and she threw her hands to her mouth. Ben said it was bad, but I didn’t realizeContinue reading “Mom Hates Me, So I’m On My Own”

A Book I am Working on: The Wrong Kid — Chapter 5.

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Morning arrived soon enough. From under the covers, the smell of fresh coffee made its way to Jim’s nostrils before he felt like smelling it. The sunrise shadows linger between the French-imported drawn shades-Eleanor begged him to buy her last spring; they highlight the dark bedsheets in disarray. He’d rather stay…

A Book I am Working on: The Wrong Kid — Chapter 5.

Morning arrived soon enough. From under the covers, the smell of fresh coffee made its way to Jim’s nostrils before he felt like smelling it. The sunrise shadows linger between the French-imported drawn shades-Eleanor begged him to buy her last spring; they highlight the dark bedsheets in disarray. He’d rather stay in bed until thingsContinue reading “A Book I am Working on: The Wrong Kid — Chapter 5.”

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