Category: creative writing

  • Somewhere Over The Rainbow…

    God tells me the deli men miss me. I’m like, “Wait! HOLD UP! Men? As in more than one?” That’s exactly what I’m saying, Sansara. Men. Thousands of men daydream about you being in their arms. But, they don’t daydream being in love with you. That’s why we never go anywhere or meet anyone. That’s […]

  • Bob’s Back.

    The little girl inside of me is all a-titter. “Oooh, Mr. Handsome. I JUST SAW HIM!” We call him Bob. We don’t actually know his name yet, but Bob’s a good a name as any. We imagine it’s short for Jacob, actually, rather than Robert. “He’s gorgeous,” Sansara crooned yet again, swooning over his beautiful […]

  • In A Tizzy

    He wrapped his arms around her, tears in his eyes. He had no idea how shitty her home life was before God told him all about it. She had not complained once herself, not even while God was on a tirade about how her mother only cooked in that kitchen when she was already using […]

  • His Eyes, Doth They Deceive Him?

    He saw her again, he thought. A brief glimpse of her, anyway. A mass of messy hair — what color was it? Hard to say, it was so brief. It almost looked ash gray to him. Old. A color an old person would have in their hair. How old was she? At the same time, […]

  • Joe’s Thoughts

    “I wish there was a woman out there for me,” he thought to himself. He was feeling particularly defeated that day; he had hoped for the third shift in a row to see the beautiful, amazing woman he’d laid eyes on in the super market. She had eluded him. After three weeks of consistent eye […]

  • Let Me Soothe You…

    “Will you hold me?” he asked, tears in his eyes. Something said or done or experienced brought to the forefront an emotion he had yet to deal with. The angel of love put her arms around him and shielded him with her lavender wings. “Yes,” she replied simply, after the fact. It was a quirk […]

  • Wishful Thinking

    He stared out his bedroom window, sighing. It was another long day without the girl of his dreams in his arms. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could go on without her, honestly. He wasn’t even sure if she existed. He wasn’t even sure who she was. Not yet. He just knew he hadn’t […]

  • Gone With the Wind

    He had a sinking feeling that she was gone. Gone for good this time. This had happened before, but not like this. Her brothers even indicated she wasn’t returning. They figured she was too ashamed she’d proposed, made it public, and then I never showed up. What an ass. Not even her longest-standing friend online […]

  • An Apology

    “I wish she’d come back,” he thought to himself… and then she was there, like nothing ever happened. He’d opened his mouth and inserted foot yet again. He should apologize, he thought, though he knew not how to do so. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have tried to make you prove yourself. That was the stupidest […]

  • Court is Adjourned

    The trial started today. I’ve been preparing for it all year, but I’m not ready yet, it seems. There was a motion for mistrial before we even began, which seems like a typical movie plot. The reason? The defendant is deceased. That is not sufficient for postponing the trial. However, the fact that I have […]

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