There are people in my world who love and adore me regardless of my crazy that I don’t always keep tucked in. I love them and am grateful for them. But there are occasions where I see the facial expression on the person I am interacting with (loved one or stranger) where they fail to … More Genetic Malfunction
Over the last few years I have had a repeated thought. A question actually, that gathers dust most days, but on some days, it rattles the bars of my otherwise solid facade of … whatever face it is I think I have built for the pleasure of the masses. Is everything a game? There is … More I Am A Fraud. What Do You See?
Read Part Four Here S scanned Red as he reversed his tow truck up to hook up the Mini. S had a pang of ‘this is a bad idea’ spike into her chest, and looked over at J, soaking in the magnitude of her colossal fuck up. It had become a trend. The impulse control … More The Unsecret Dialogue Chronicles: Grand Theft Auto. Part Five
Read Part Two Here S looks in the rear view mirror and looks at J, trying to gauge how pissed off she would be if another projectile cigarette butt hit her window. Deciding that she would get over it, S lit another smoke and glanced again at the mirror. J was shaking her head and … More The Unsecret Dialogue Chronicles: Grand Theft Auto: Part Three
S killed her smoke with the toe of her shoe on the sidewalk, and took a deep breath in. J was asleep, in the passenger side, her head against the half open window. She looked peaceful, and S stared at her for some time before poking her in the arm. S: Wake up. Only you … More The Unsecret Dialogue Chronicles: Grand Theft Auto. Part One
Pale, and drawn. Drawn, with charcoal, that makes heavier my eye lids, and my feet. Who are you? I whisper… at my reflection in the mirror that hides nothing. My face, that is not mine. I dance like I am a movie star, but my arms and my legs don’t move. The music scratches like … More Reflection, In the Dark
I really should pluck my brows, I said. You really should make us both coffee, he said. Hurry up and take the photo. I pull a face. But it is lost, with half my face. I smile again, and I am reminded of some of the smaller details that I love about him. His laughter … More Misfits
Fight. I will, if you will. I will take the punches, if you just call my name, from the sides of the ring that was built on the bones of the the children who fell before they got to grow up. Fight. I can make it, if you pour absinth on my knuckles. I will … More In My Corner
It may have been my 35th birthday that triggered my backwards fall down memory lane. On the day I celebrated it I looked at the friends that were there and realised how long I had known then, and what they had been through with me. Lewis, I met in AA when I was 20. We … More Trip Down Wierd Ass Memory Lane – Part One
Part One here. S started to giggle, while prying J’s fingers from her shirt. The lisp was proving to be funny, even if the situation wasn’t. S: Babe… if you can say “SuperCalaFragilisticExpialadocious” I will gladly yank that tooth out for you. J: That’th not pfuckin ppphunny. Phick you.. *wince* S: It is. But … More The “Unsecret” Dialogue Chronicles _ Series II _ Part 2
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