When I was a sophomore in high school I finally acquired my first boyfriend. I had just transferred schools and he was cute, tall, and sweet. We ran in the same circle and I enjoyed spending time with him and his – our – friends. And they all supported us, even some of our teachers. It was fun and sweet, hugs, hand-holding, and chaste kisses (that honestly weren’t very good). However, after a month the spark we had initially faded. At least it did for me. I’ve never really been able to pinpoint why or how, but it did. So I broke up with him. In some ways, this was the best decision I could have made. In others… well, who knows how I could have done better, certainly not me.Read More
close your eyes
a heart beating
under your handRead More
Love stories are all I can seem to find. They are everywhere. Like an endless ocean of love, loss, perseverance, fear, excitement, love... and Im alone on a solitary island, unable to swim.Read More
Raw wood, as opposed to… cooked wood?
Clearly I’m a little stumped by this week’s prompt. And my neighbor is playing Banana Pancakes on his guitar and its distracting me. So, while the prompt is raw wood, today you get to hear about Mr. Guitar from down the hall.Read More
“Hey, Jen. Lend me a pen.”
“What?” she scrunches up her face at me.
“Lend me a pen, I forgot mine,” I crouch down next to her desk.
“No you didn’t. I saw you using one ten minutes ago,” she scowls.
“Just do it,” I growl softly. “And keep your voice down...Read More
I’m at the park sitting on a bench next to the playground watching Kisa, my little sister, having fun with the other kids. After punching the daylights out of Patrick Steelston, our history teacher, Mr. Berk, dragged me to the principal’s office – where I was soundly reprimanded and suspended for a week.Read More
I feel my muscles stiffen and lock as my eyes lock with an icy blue pair.
"Hey," he says, fake regret lacing his single word – because he can’t seriously be regretting what he did. If he regrets it then why’d he do it?Read More
I’ve been pacing in front of Lina’s locker since I arrived at school, waiting for her to finally get here. What’s taking her so long?! She didn’t text me all weekend and I’m worried about her. I lean against her locker and sigh as I start at the mingling crowd of high schoolers. A couple of girls walk by giggling and I roll my eyes. Girls.Read More
“No I won’t.”
“Yes, you will. You can’t not. He was doing it to protect you.”
“But he lied to me,” I growl at my best friend who’s leaning on my bed doing her nails while I snack on a candy bar.Read More
I cringe wishing it hadn't come to this. I can hear her furiously storming through the school hallways to reach me. And she knows that I knew. Man, this is going to suck.Read More
Once I heard a story of
a soul that was split apart
two halves tossed to the wind.
He comes here every Sunday for a “cup of Joe” and a pastry. He orders it just like that, “one cup of joe please!” And he chooses a different pastry every time. I guess you could say I’ve been watching him, he never seems to notice though. And I’m ok with that.Read More