He is staring out of the window of his office one day, wondering how his life had spiraled so out of control. He is two seconds away from calling his lawyer and requesting divorce papers, but something - some kind of affection he still holds for his wife - keeps his hand off the phone. He mentally runs through the pros and cons of his relationship ( Read more... )

She swept into his life for the first time on a Monday, all windswept hair and beautiful shining eyes. Her cheeks were rosy from the heat and her hair was frizzy from the oppressive humidity. He doesn’t remember details, but he remembers that it felt like being hit in the head by a two-by-four. His friends had laughed and ribbed him on when he got ( Read more... )

Brad is a firm believer in divine intervention. He believes that God had a plan for everything and that, perhaps, His plan for Brad was slightly bigger than others. As one of the star players for the number one college football team in the nation, he acknowledged that he was more than blessed. He helped lead their team to the top with his best ( Read more... )

He watches as she slides out of his bed and begins to dress. Her body is slim and graceful - all curves and soft silky flesh. He knows she moisturizes obsessively and it pays off. He notices her breasts are firmer and her stomach has a tiny pouch that normally isn't there. She must be close to having her period. Sometimes, it freaks him out that he ( Read more... )

The first time I met her, I was sitting at the bar in the Plaza Hotel, wondering, not for the first time, what I was doing there. I was wearing my only suit - the same one I used for my grandfather's funeral a few months prior - and I was nursing a Yuengling that already went warm. Even the bartender gave me a distinctly disdainful look when I ( Read more... )

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It takes me longer than I expect to get over him. I see demons in the shadows and I can hardly sleep anymore. At night I sit huddled on an arm chair that swallows me whole. I do not sleep. I do not read. I sit and wait for the morning.

I am three thousand miles from him in a town that's barely a speck on the state map. The name ( Read more... )

She just wants him to keep driving. His eyes are focused on the road, his ears on the music. It plays softly in the background, too quiet to be forgotten. Her hand cuts through the air streaming past the open window. Her eyes are on the sunset to her left, the vivid reds, oranges, and yellows fading quickly. They haven’t stopped for fuel or food ( Read more... )

She hurriedly pushes the bathroom door open and turns on the vent. The noise will block out the sounds of her daily ritual. She can no longer hear her roommates’ carefree laughter in the other room. She kneels down disgusted with herself but unable to stop. She leans her head over the porcelain and quickly empties the contents of her stomach .She ( Read more... )

I wake suddenly, my breath coming in pants heaving through my open mouth. I will myself to calm down, to stay silent and still, as I begin to hear his soft breathing over my pounding heart. My back is facing him, but I know he is closer than I am comfortable. I no longer feel comfortable around him. I turn slowly around and freeze ( Read more... )

I walk down the uneven street confidently, my steps sure and rhythmic. The click-clack of my heels reassure me as I keep my eyes ahead - target in sight. I ignore the bright florescent lights as they flash in my peripheral. Pounding music thumps through the darkened windows as the glittering tops of giggling co-eds twinkle in the street light. ( Read more... )