You’ve never been one to stick your nose in your neighbor’s business. But what to do when they start poking around in yours? A recluse, you typically keep to yourself. Your curtains stay drawn and your deliveries stay contactless. You prefer it that way. Hard to be a bother when you practically don’t exist.
That is all well and good until you spotted those eyes. One little crack in the curtain wa...
“Did you get Mittens dropped off at the shelter?” Mom called from the living room.
“Yep. Yea, all taken care of,” Dad said stiffly, glancing at me then back down to the groceries.
I sat staring at nothing. It felt like my hands were melting. Why do they have to sweat so bad?
“You want a cookie, bud?” Dad was eying me critically. It wasn’t said but we now shared a secret that mom can’t know. A ...
(TW: alludes to sexual assault)
You aren’t the type to investigate a woman on a mossy stone slab in the middle of the forest. You’re also most definitely not the type to consider a “Prince Charming meets Snow White” situation as a feasible means of picking up chicks. But, here you are, broad on the table, out cold. You think it must be a joke, yet you’re moving closer. Wow, this is big date r*pe ...
The brisk winds scare away most. If not that then the heights. Old New York has been known to draw those with old souls. You’re no exception. You might have been running late if it weren’t for the desire to get up here and take in that skyline. Consequently, you’re right on time. The last kid late to parkour was doing burpees the entire practice.
(Wanted to try second person 🤔 it’s a fun challen...
“Hand it over, now!”
George’s eyes drifted from his triple stacker double Swiss, double pickle, light mayo on toasted rye to a tremble-handed gunman.
“I’m sorry, young man, this is my lunch.”
“I don’t give a fuck about your sandwich!” He batted the savory stack to the ground. “Wallet. Phone. Keys. We don’t have all day, OLD MAN.”
George sat a moment, pondering the flaps of Swiss being accosted...
(TW - dysphoria, anti-LBGTQ language)
Am I man enough,
dad?
Gotta check my man card,
Checkity check, checkin check-
War, women, and greed.
Tell stories to keep him pleased.
Am I man enough,
dad?
Or you still makin’ jokes behind my back?
Funny haha, yea, I’m a f*g.
Don’t mind me,
I’m just a drag-
Who is,
she?
No one, I swear.
Look over here,
I’m shooting guns in war gear.
Proving with my ...
You know heartbreak? It kinda feels like a tummy ache. Is that because I crave you? I want to consume the memories staining my brain. All the good times that wash away the bad. Or is it because I hate you? Promises made. The blood that we bled. We were puzzle pieces that didn’t fit. People don’t talk about that. That “never meant to be.” Nothing romantic about a lesson.
“You changed.”
I know.
I...
I’ve heard those words before.
That face, that smile,
Your laugh, your style.
Am I just another?
One of those guys,
Repeating Stars?
What creates “unique?”
Manufactured,
Cookie cutter.
Price tags on the shelf, sad.
Squeezed for a buck.
Hey, out of money, dad.
I want to be unique,
Like you,
Just another one....
"It wasn't me!" Gerold's mustache quivered as all eyes in the room traveled from the corpse to his blood-stained hands. Gerold was kneeling over Jessica with white shock on his face.
"Get away from her you monster!" Gerold wasn't sure where the fist came from, but he found himself handily beaten and gagged, a steel spurred boot catching his ribs for good measure.
"We can finally end this madnes...
