Author's Note: This story is a continuation of The Girl in The Car. As I post more and more pieces of Stuart's puzzle, you'll notice that the stories don't line up perfectly, but they're all connected. Enjoy. She’s a whirlwind, he thought as he watched her twirl around girlishly. He exhaled a defeated breath and … Continue reading Misa.
Relationships are about give and take. If you’re not willing to step out of your comfort zone to make your partner happy, perhaps you aren’t as ready for a relationship as you might have thought. It’s important that your significant other feels that their interests are important to you as well. After a long, grueling … Continue reading It’s All About the Little Things.
I have an uncle who, for the last few months, has been sending me random videos on Facebook. They weren’t the quick and fun videos that travel through the various dimensions of the web. Rather, they were all, at least, 10-minutes and the subject matter varied from our cultural history, the Haitian government, and videos … Continue reading The Pathways of Communication
“I once watched a woman scream inside of her car in a Wal-Mart parking lot.” Stuart sat tensely with his legs and arms crossed, occasionally pushing up the wire-rimmed frames that insisted on inching down the bridge of his nose every few minutes. Delicately, he continued, “My daughter asked me if I could go buy … Continue reading The Girl in the Car.
There’s something quite ethereal about being in love in private. At the beginning of my relationship, I wanted the whole world to know. I wanted to post cute photos of us, only for the purpose of receiving comments of approvals from my peers: #Goals You guys are so cute! OMG I love you guys I’ve … Continue reading My Secret Love.
Change is the only constant in this life. You tie yourself down to friendships and relationships, jobs and cities, and ideas about what your life will be when not a single item on your list is bound to come true. What you don’t foresee are the people who will walk out of your life, leaving … Continue reading The Power of You.
The blood refused to stop spilling. I stared out the window with hazed, blurry vision. Wet fingers pressed against the glass. My sister’s fading voice was shrill as she frantically zipped in and out of traffic. Her face reddening and fingers threatening to burn right through the steering wheel, she threw horrified glances in my … Continue reading Empty Spaces.
“Hey, how’d it go? You didn’t let me see what you tried on!” She looked hopeful, kind of excited. Knowing I was disappointing her, I gave my best friend a thumbs down sign and frowned. “They just looked stupid, I didn’t feel sexy.” Hanging them back on the returns rack I turned to face her … Continue reading Voices
I lie at your feet like a begging child. Hoping and praying that you’ll love me back. I scratch at your back door like a stray cat, Waiting for a morsel of affection. I unapologetically give my all… Imprudent and weak, Feeble like a branch And continuously in amazement of What you have the power … Continue reading Unapologetic
“What does it feel like?” “I think about that all the time. I don’t even really know how to answer that, though. I’ve heard it described as getting punched in the gut, but that’s not…that’s not how I would describe it. It’s just…a constant churning of sadness in the pit of your stomach. You don’t … Continue reading 12:46