It’s that feeling you get in your feet, when you have to keep walking. You can’t stand still. That moment that doesn’t make sense, It is crazy. It feels the most real. It’s that feeling in your face, When you...
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Virtual Romance
"sometimes you just have to close your eyes and pretend."
There comes a time when things begin to fade. Nothing is like you believed it would be in the beginning. The paths you set for yourself have long been passed. You have ended up somewhere you never would have chosen....
I give my heart to you
"I finally learned the truth."
Time at once was uncertain, to nothing real did I belong. Something was missing from my heart, I knew it all along. I tried and tried to feel, for my heart it craved it so. But nothing was right, every...
I am not a fucking chore (Part II)
"She was not getting off the hook that easily."
Laurel stumbles into the house,unable to fully hold herself up on her feet. With the mixture of alcohol and the fucking she just had in the cab, her body is not wanting to work properly at all. All she wants...
I am Not a Fucking Chore
"Laurel wanted him to be spontaneous. Did she get more than she bargained for?"
“No,” Laurel cries out across the table at dinner. “I am saying that you are never spontaneous with me.” Brian tries to get her to quiet down, feeling embarrassed that half of the restaurant is now looking at their table....
The Real First Time
"The first time is not always super awesome."
The Real First Time John was nervous all day long. It had been two years today since him and Jane began dating. They were sixteen when they decided to enter into a relationship with each other and he never expected...
My eyes fluttered open quickly and I was completely out of breath. Looking around I realized that I was in Stephanie’s bed and light was shining in from her giant window. Pulling back the blankets, I looked down at myself,...
A month ago my father got a promotion for the company he had been working for. He had been a lower level employee for twenty odd years, give or take a year or two, so you could imagine his complete...
For as long as I could remember, staying the night at my best friend, Stephanie’s, house, was a normal occurrence. We would switch back and forth between houses, even if it was a school night. Her family had become like...