Sweaty. That’s all I felt. It was sticky and I had my period. That extra stench is…well…enough said. What I really wanted was to take a shower. But I know I didn’t have time. I grabbed my bottle of Vanilla lace. My preferred scent from Victorias Secret. I ran into Stephanie’s empty room. I saw her in our room, so I knew it was empty. I took down my pants. I sprayed my area. I missed and let out a ...

“So…there is no easy way to say this. I know you’re married. I know we are co-workers. But I’ve had feelings for a long time for you,” Brett says as he sheepishly stares at his white sneakers.

My jaw drops open. My face flushes. He glances up at me, and we make eye contact. I feel my heart stop. My whole world stops. Brett? My calm in a sea of chaos. My therapist. My happy hour partner. The highl...

He heard a faint knock. He was sure of it. An eerie presence breezed by the window. He saw her mouth open as if in a permanent scream. He went to scream himself, but no sound would come out. He crawled to the door. When he gained the courage to look outside, the ghostly figure stared right back at him. He went to scream, but her permanent scream devoured him first....

He just stared at her, mouth agape. This had to be a joke: it just had to be. There was no way…Sure, Belle had always had a dark side. She did a good job of masking it. But he had seen it. There was a low level of rage just simmering at the surface. He had definitely see her flip out occasionally in a fit of road rage or at bad customer service. She always rushed to compose herself after and apolo...

Slow and steady. Steady and slow. Thats the way to go.

I hear those words in my head like a mantra as I delicately tiptoe my way across the slick rocks. I think those words were from the childhood book, “The Little Engine That Could.” I try to picture the book on my childhood bookshelf. Was it next to the Berenstain Bears? Or Eloise? I can almost picture the binding…green? Not that any of this m...