The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week:
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week:
Derek and I were like two weather fronts that collided in the night. On that first night the resulting storm was full of heat and electricity. It continued for the first ten years of our marriage until something out of our control happened. He died. He left me alone. Had I know what alone really felt like I probably would have never invited him in that first night. I would have avoided the rapture. I would have…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week:
I’m a winner. He was definitely a loser. I should have felt guilty but I didn’t. Even if people had known the truth behind how I won I don’t think I would have cared. The important thing was they didn’t and I was the one going to New York on an all expense paid trip. Sure it was a business trip but…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week:
The center isle of the train was filled with people standing elbow to elbow. The man in front of me smelt of cigarettes and roasted chicken. Individually that would have been alright but every few minutes it would mix with wafts of cheap perfume from who knows where. The man in a black suit to my right kept touching my arse with the back of his hand. Accidentally? I hoped so, but it made me glad I had decided against the short skirt. Fifteen more minutes and I would…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week:
My sister Sally and I always had such fun when we were kids. We were less than a year apart in age so it was almost like we were twins. We even went out of our way to look like twins, dressing the same and wearing our hair the same. It wasn’t until mom and dad decided to call it quits that a shift in our family dynamics somehow changed what I thought was an inseparable connection. You wouldn’t think something as small as…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week:
I’ve often wondered what it would be like to be on the inside looking out instead of always on the outside looking in. Are those people even aware of how great their lives are? Do they relish in the fact that everything in life comes easy for them? Or are they totally oblivious? These were actual thoughts that ran through my head as I watched Susanna Merrytown walk over, side step me and introduce herself to my date, ok escort. I was…
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One. Two. Three. He caressed each bullet in the palm of his hand before slipping it into its chamber. He had done this dozens of times before but somehow tonight it felt poetic. Four. Five. Six. When the last chamber was loaded he looked across the room to the menacing man he had tied to a chair. Would today lead him to the salvation he…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week:
When we signed up, volunteered really, we never expected it to be more than a six month term. Three years later we are still battling over who…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week:
There are three important rules one should live by if they want to survive in this world. First, always look over your shoulder. Second, never trust anyone. And third, …
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week:
It was 1986. The Fly was in the theater and The Phantom of the Opera was a musical. I hadn’t seen either of them. My mom dressed me in the most hideous pink frock with puffy sleeves and…
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I wasn’t scared. I mean, sure, I jumped but that was just a habitual response. I wasn’t scared. In fact, I’ve never been scared a day in my life. You wouldn’t think …
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He could feel its prickly tendrils poking through the thin cotton of his denim pockets. He wanted to remove it but was afraid…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week:
