Roughly on the Stairs

"Anger leads to sex"

I lean over the kitchen table, the vein in the middle of my forehead about to burst. An old t-shirt covers my agitated muscles and blue jeans hug the lower half of my body. You stand across from me, your arms folded...

The suitcase handle pulls up halfway and jams. Father looks at it like he can see down into wherever it’s stuck and lurches into a moment of pointless jostling. Quinn and mother watch him hand-wrestle the object with a vacant...

Didnt Even Make It To The Bed

"I don't often go home with guys at the end of the night.. couldn't resist this time."

The ten-minute walk back to your place took half an hour, walking slowly, your voice sending shivers up my spine as you pushed me against trees, walls, and streetlight posts. The streets were quiet and your hands grasped my bare...

A cold damp stairwell

"The end of a good evening"

I originally wrote this story in May 2012.This was about a week ago, well just a week ago. Last Friday to be exact. I had been to a friend's house for her stag party. That's called something else... right a...