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Telltales – a Short Story
Everybody knew. Her friends, her dad, even her coworkers, who barely knew Sandra personally, immediately put two and two together every time she told them about her love life—which, let’s just say, happened quite often. She wasn’t shy about it. Smile as bright as the sun. A heart as open as the sky, Sandra effortlessly attracted warm and happy people who’d listen to her rants without any objection. She made it too easy for others to empathize with her. Thus, it was no surprise that when she recounted the story of her Valentine’s Day, her friend Geenie, particularly, felt Sandra’s haunting despair in her soul. “He literally came home and…
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Bloom and wither: tales of selective memory
The worst pain in my chest, my eyes couldn’t be more red. My hopes and dreams with you through that wide window went. I knew an ending thatI never saw coming. Somehow surprised by how carefully I wanted to protect you and how you carelessly broke me. “Come visit me,” read your text to a disguised name on your phone. How did you know in spring that by autumn we’d be done? A forgotten feeling that is… gosh, it’s been so long, but can’t forget how it hurt long after you were gone. The way you used me, then brought flowers to my tomb. And while my own tears dried,…
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Seduce Me to Use Me (Excerpt)
See all books at links below iBooks | Smashwords | Amazon He saw, he craved. He thought he had to have it, so he chased, until he caught his prey. But like a toy, his prey got old and he grew bored of it. So on to his next expedition he went. They say all is fair in love and war. All the irrational decisions we make to keep someone in our life when we’re under their spell or to save ourselves when we fall out of love — the grief and the bliss of it all is validated after all. And in these times of “situationships,” this brief story…
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When He Wants Out – Excerpt
Maybe we can get together tonight or sometime this weekend? That’s not a text you send to a woman you claim to be in love with; that’s more appropriate for a hookup. And, ending it with a question mark…so typically him. It means it won’t happen. Sometimes, I wish I didn’t know his grammatical personality so well. Even though I suspected he wouldn’t show up that Friday night, when he sent me that text, I wore my blue satin slip dress, his favorite dress of mine. My willpower got drowsy in the end, anyway, and I ended up passing out on the couch, without him by my side, and I…
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Next Stop, Brooklyn
Little Miss Perfect Sitting at the train stop Red Nike high tops Listening to hip-hop. While we were waiting Started conversating Before I got her name Along came a train; Next stop, Brooklyn. ~Bruno Mars
