They fought like hell. Victory was within arm’s reach—they could smell its sweat, taste its salt. They were so close to convincing their family they were straight, holy and pure. They could see their family’s expressions soften when the spoke, their words rounded and deliberate.
Fuck it. Just as they were about to be fully convinced, they decided instead to be true to themselves and show them al...
Andrew stretched out his body, yawned and blinked the sleep out of his eyes. He slinked out of bed and made his way to the bathroom to relieve himself. As he was aiming and shooting at the toilet bowl, he noticed a faint crescent moon shaped scar on his forearm that he swore wasn’t there the day before.
“Another one,” he thought out loud.
He put himself back into his boxers and examined the othe...
Hatch’s smoky, molasses lined voice oozed into my room and smothered my racing thoughts with its morose sweetness. I fell to my knees and started singing along to the radio between sobs. I looked at the bare, impressionable skin on my left wrist, and then at the razor in my right hand. I dropped it and continued wailing.
“I love you, Hatch, I’m so sorry!” I screamed, rocking back and forth and bu...
The feeling churned my guts like butter, my anxiety worsening at every flip and fold. I tried to shake the feeling away and focus on what Darren was saying to me as he navigated through the unlit streets back to my apartment.
Darren pulled up to the edge of my driveway, slipped the shifter into park, and then extended his arms towards me for a hug.
Even though I had tried my best to stay out of the fued between my two bosses, Martha and Cynthia, their constant bitching lie like obstacles at my feet—I was always tripping on their insults and egos....
