“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU USED MY LAST PICKLE IN YOUR VAGINA??”

(I yell at my friends mom, I had taken a jar of pickles to their house and I was planning to eat the last one but no.)

“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!!”

(She yells back with a long groan slapping her hand against her forehead, glaring at me, as if I was the one to stuff a pickle up my cooch, I whip my head around as i glare back, walkin...

My heart may as well have stopped,

For I have seen what I thought was a dream

A dream that walked with echoes of black heels clicking on the grey marble floor,

Her voice soothing like the whispers of a familiar rain after the calm of a stormy night.

Red waves of perfectly styled locks falls just below her shoulders, A small pearl necklace paired with a white blouse, straightened black blazer and...