Make sure you have two quarters for popcorn. If possible, bring extras in case a friend does not have two quarters for popcorn. It was hard to wrap his brain around it. She was still there. Still in his arms. Still breathing deeply and blissfully asleep. He’d expected her to run as soon as they’d …
In a dark corner, he stole her. Wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a circle of warmth she had forgotten could exist. It wasn’t better or worse. It was just them and she wasn’t sure how long she could stay in his arms and not completely fall. For him it was too …
I’m not sure Fridays will ever be normal again. I wake up and I hurt. She’s really gone and sometimes I can pretend she isn’t. How can a person leave such a hole in you? We lose so much that we didn’t know we had. It’s the kidlets 7 yr 5 month day. Not a …
sometimes running late is a beautiful thing. You’re already behind so why rush? Should you hurry and break a mug? Or slow down, accept the tardy and steal a moment with your loves? I can promise you the latter won’t kill you. I’ve become a vulnerable thing lately. It makes me angry sometimes, but a …
Did I miss another day? I might have. The door closed on me again. It was wide open and happy and all sorts of amazing things came through for a while. I sat in front of the computer last night and couldn’t produce a thing. There’s no such thing as writer’s block. There is such …
A first kiss. Sunshine on fresh snow. Letters in the sand. The feel of grass between toes. Standing chest to chest. Cheek to cheek. Pressing lips on lips and inhaling each other. Perfect skipping stones. A gentle breeze. Autumn leaves crunching beneath feet. The touch of a hand. The feel of skin on skin. A …
I’m an extrovert. A socially anxious, obsessive compulsive, slightly neurotic, extrovert. I know being introverted is all the rage these days. But I’m doomed to be, as usual, on the wrong side. I love people and can be around them all day if they’d let me. I’m aware that at least three-quarters of my friends …
Persecution: to harass or punish in a manner designed to injure, grieve, or afflict; specifically :to cause to suffer because of belief. See. I get it. You feel harassed. You feel punished. You’re grieved. You are being made to suffer because of your beliefs. Or are you? If I disagree with you, am I making …
too tired. But a comic con happened .
“We will fuck exactly three times,” she said. “The first time, that’s for you. You’ll do what you need and take me until you’re good and done taking.” As she spoke she crossed over to where he sat, hiking her skirt up to straddle his lap. “The second time will be for me. You will …
Bountiful Words, Beautiful World 