"There are some deep-seated issues here, baby cakes," he said, grabbing my wrist and twisting slightly. "You need to handle them, or this shit's just gonna go on and on."

"You're going to be here for another 20 minutes ( Read more... )

Don't make a girl a promise... If you know you can't keep it."Goddamnit, Cortana!" I shouted, throwing my XBox controller onto my bed. I sat with my arms crossed stubbornly for a second, then picked the controller hurriedly up as the game continued after Cortana's brief interruption. Can't miss any of the action ( Read more... )

I forget everything when I dance. It's not as if I dance well, but I dance with passion. Dancing makes memories, makes me look back and smile the first time my young grade school self, heart beating, arms-length away, turned in circles with the boy I thought I loved though hardly knew. The passion that was behind it, the passion I hold inside me ( Read more... )

Why do all my long stories have girl fights in them?

( Old stuff, no revisions. )

I want to be like her, you say. You watch as the liquid drip drip drips down, hitting the tiled floor below. I want something that explains what's going on. Something that explains what's wrong with my brain. I want to feel special, feel as if I'm worthy of attention. You stagger up, bumping your head on the wall. The liquid keeps dripping, and you ( Read more... )

"So you drank three beers, then what happened?" Michelle asked, sucking at her milkshake through a straw, her cheeks concave with the effort ( Read more... )

I could say I was crazy. I could say I was living in my own fantasy ( Read more... )

"Stop the car ( Read more... )

The same story as before. A few little revisions here and there, and an addition at the end.

( The old stuff. )