Tuesday, January 10, 2017


"I wish we had danced more."
The look of confusion on his face relayed the words that his mouth couldn't, and she laughed.  "I'm sorry," she continued.  "It's random, I know."
"Dance?" he repeated.  "Why dancing of all things?"
She shrugged.  "I don't know.  You always hear stories about the magic of the dance floor.  And you and I, every time we danced I'm pretty sure one of us didn't remember it the next day."  She laughed.  "I don't know; maybe the magic would have lasted a little longer if we had danced more."

Thursday, December 08, 2016

ten word stories

 We all wanna be the hero;
   some are better villains.

Thursday, December 01, 2016


"Sacrifice."  She repeated the words to keep herself from falling into a hysterical fit of laughter that would have been described as nothing less than manic.  "Sacrifice," she said again, rolling the word in her mind.
She willed herself to control her thoughts, her emotions, but she could feel them quickly slipping out of her grasp.  "Tell me," she began again, "Please tell me what you know about sacrifice.  Tell me about the last time you knew the slightest struggle.  Between you and your trust fund wife.  Please, enlighten me as to what you know about it.  The last time you actually had to try for something- anything.  The last time you tried so hard for something you would have bled if it meant there was even the slightest chance to make it a reality."
It wasn't the response he had expected, and he was left without words.
"I have bled for so much," she finally said, and as the words left her lips she could feel the tears begin to well in her eyes.  "There is nothing more that I can give."

Thursday, November 17, 2016


"I would have married you."
She wouldn't have heard him if she hadn't heard the words before.  His voice seemed to grow more quiet each time he spoke and now his voice had fallen to below a whisper.
It wasn't the first time she had heard the words leave his mouth.  Over a decade ago sitting in his parent's basement.  A few years after that when he had moved out and roomed with a friend.  Both times were the same.  Less than ideal.  A plea.  An excuse.  A grasp at straws.  A moment where, looking back, she is sure he must have thought he was trying to rectify things.  A moment where each time things had ended exactly the same.
She could have replied with words that acted as swords.  Words that would have pierced through him and she could imagine the pained look on his face as they would have left her mouth.  But no, not tonight.  She had grown from that.  She was better.  Wiser.  
But alas, the drinking had begun to catch up with her thoughts, and she replied with a much more striking truth.
"I would have married you, too.  And then I would have been the wife at home while you were sitting here with her.  And we would fight when you got home about it and you would assure me that it wasn't anything because you chose me.  And it would have all been a lie."

Tuesday, November 01, 2016

NaNo 2016

"I believed in you," she said.  "I guess that was always the difference, and I just never knew it until now.  I knew that you were going to accomplish great things.  I knew that one of these days you were going to own the world you lived in instead of just living in it."  She shook her head.  "You weren't at a point in your life where you could see it, but I saw it.  And I had faith that someday you would see it, too."
His voice was quiet: "I believed in you."
She sighed, wanting to allow herself to believe the lie but knew there would be no coming back from the damage it would cause.  "If that were true," she said, "we wouldn't be standing here right now."