The nylon fibers tickled my skin only to leave a red burn as I did the back stroke across the carpet in his bedroom. A gummy worm hung from the corner of my laughing mouth. I held the phone to my ear with the mouth piece barely clearing my ill-fitting neck brace. Mom, I slurred [...]
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dating musicians : what a snore
Posted in dating, dating musicians, shorts, writing, tagged dating, humor, life, musicians, relationship trouble, relationships, Seattle, snoring on 01/27/2011 | Leave a Comment »
I held my hand an inch above his gaping mouth. He laid flat on his back. Drool slowly slid down between his lips, over his cheek and onto the beige pillowcase. My fingertips felt warm air; he was not dead. Then, as if a doctor had spanked his ass, he gasped and shuttered and his lungs [...]
dating musicians : X marks the spot
Posted in dating, dating musicians, shorts, writing, tagged cross dressing, dating, fetishes, humor, kink, life, musicians, Seattle, short story, writing, xdresser on 01/12/2011 | Leave a Comment »
I can’t find my bra. Have you seen it? I asked while I looked underneath the throw pillows on the floor. You mean this one? He asked, slowly pulling back the blankets. The blue polka-dot cups covered his hairy chest, his tattooed arms were through the straps, but due to him being larger than I, the back of [...]
the day the cat got spayed in the classroom
Posted in self, shorts, writing, tagged animals, cats, childhood, children, learning, lessons, memories, school on 12/21/2010 | 2 Comments »
There we stood, wide-eyed and holding our noses. The cat was splayed on its back with its legs tethered to the corners of the desk with rope as thin as shoelaces. The window was open, but the smell of anesthetic hovered in the air inside the sixth-grade classroom. A few of us stood on top [...]
shopping excursion
Posted in shorts, writing, tagged life, memories, observer, removed, violence on 10/26/2010 | 3 Comments »
I remember sitting in the backseat with my childhood best friend as my dad drove the car with my mom in the passenger seat along the highway to Spokane to go shopping at Northtown Mall. I remember seeing the 4 door sedan in front of us swerve out of their lane and onto the shoulder [...]
you were
Posted in shorts, writing, tagged connections, death, fiction, grief, life, mortality, sadness, short story, writing on 10/26/2010 | Leave a Comment »
They were acquaintances at best. They had taken an anthropology course together senior year and the professor had assigned them to work on a project together. They exchanged a few class related emails, spent an hour in the computer lab, turned in a paper and became facebook friends. Other than a “hello” at an on-campus party, their interaction [...]
sunday morning
Posted in shorts, writing, tagged church, dark, domestic abuse, hypocrisy, life, murder, violence on 09/22/2010 | 6 Comments »
When I shook his hand in church that day, I didn’t know that three years later he would lock those fingers around her throat to crush her windpipe and strangle the life out of her just months before her due date. His feet, dressed in polished leather shoes that Sunday morning, would repeatedly kick her [...]
I’ve got to take this call.
Posted in shorts, writing, tagged boss, job, life, new job, office life, work on 09/03/2010 | Leave a Comment »
It was my second week when the call came in. Bev..er..ly?, the caller asked. Emily, I said. Beverly, I’ve fallen. I think my back, I think my back is broken. I registered the voice. [insert name of boss], what? Do you need help? Are you calling me from your office? Oooh, it hurts. My harness. [...]
number five
Posted in shorts, writing, tagged beauty, depression, fiction, life, purpose, sadness, short story, writing on 08/31/2010 | 1 Comment »
She pushed out the bathroom window screen and crawled through the opening onto the slanted roof and pulled her knapsack beside her. The autumn sun warmed the dark grey shingles beneath her feet. When she sat down to make a list of things that brought her unconditional joy, she hoped that it would not be [...]
