sweet home a la drama [fiction]

So, I set myself a goal. Find a prompt. Write a story. Post it. This is what I came up with: Every six months, my parents like to gather everyone up. Aunties. Uncles. Cousins. That one ex-boyfriend that just became one of the family. They hire a restaurant, tell us to bring whoever we like … Continue reading sweet home a la drama [fiction]

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who am I? [three]

One / Two / Three ​After we left the diner, we walked around for a while. It was chilly outside and in my haste, I'd only grabbed a light jacket. He noticed and he smiled slightly. “Do you want my coat?” I let out an indignant huff and said, “I'm not a damsel in distress.” He simply laughed … Continue reading who am I? [three]

who am i? {part two}

part one is here. ~ We went to a hole in the wall diner. I ordered a soy latte (and got a black coffee with powdered milk for my trouble). He got a burger with extra onions. He hadn't answered my question yet and I was becoming impatient. Now wasn't the time for burgers. I'd barely … Continue reading who am i? {part two}

who am I? [short story*]

"I saved your life!" His eyes were wide with something akin to excitement.  "You pushed me off a building." My eyes were narrowed with irritation and extreme discomfort.  It wasn't an ideal situation.  For one, every single muscle in my body was protesting badly even though we'd (luckily) landed on an old mattress. It wasn't … Continue reading who am I? [short story*]

the girl that fades away [short story]

The Girl That Fades Away Nobody ever asks for her name. She’s just that girl who sits in the background, almost invisible but not quite. Sometimes she gets a muttered apology or asked to move if she’s in the way. Most of the time no one says a word. They just exist around her, while … Continue reading the girl that fades away [short story]

doing the right thing is for suckers [short story]

The hero does not know who to trust ~ I walked into the office building the same way I did every day. I grabbed my coffee order and dodged across the street only narrowly escaping being run over. I walked briskly for three minutes before I turned left and carried on for another minute before … Continue reading doing the right thing is for suckers [short story]

rain and I were friends [short story]

It was pouring down with rain.  That was the least surprising part of my funeral.  It rained the day I was born.  It rained on my wedding day (and that was ironic because the marriage lasted all of three days).  It even rained the day I got my first job.  Hell, it rained the day … Continue reading rain and I were friends [short story]