Crying Stories

When we got home last night from the party, it was very late, almost dawn. It had rained, everything smelled fresh, and looked shiny. It had already started to get light, that milky, soft, quiet glow when the sun is straining to climb over the edge of the horizon. I had my tux on and had gone in to take off my bowtie and opened my shirt when I realized she wasn’t with me, so I went back to the kitchen and there she was si...

They are pink, They are happy, they are sad, They are remorseful, they are hurtful. She feels the pain. Some she caused, some she nurtured, Some is for those that are so dear, Some is hers. They stain her face for all to see; To wonder why tears are falling. She tells those that can’t be hurt; Those that really can’t help. She will do it on her own; She has learned to be strong. The abuse has taught her. The abuse has dam...

He just came back from a job he’d done but he discovered they’d let him go once he came back from it. Why, he wasn’t exactly sure. In truth, he didn’t like the company but there were other jobs he knew he could get so meanwhile he’s stay with his parents while he worked at getting a new one. Mitchell decided he’d think on exactly what he wanted to do. As he hung around his parent’s house he discovered a few things had cha...

Becka fell into a sobbing heap onto the bed next to me, her head falling against my cleavage. I hugged her tight. “You okay, babe?” She sobbed in response. No answer coming from her full pink lips. I sat silently, just hugging her. “We’re shitty with men, aren’t we?” I said, trying to stop the sobbing, she nodded her head in reply. Becka raised her head and looked at me, her face inches from mine. I’d always known she fan...

kiss me one more time, so passionately. look at me once again, like there's nothing else you'd rather see. hold me just once more, like there's no other place you'd rather be. whisper in my ear; how much you love me. touch me one more time, like I'm an antique, work of art. think of the ways i made you week in the start. smile at me once more, cause i'm the one who makes your day. tell of when your stressed, i make everyt...

“Mmm… relax baby. You’re gonna remember this night for the rest of your life.”  We made our way into the downtown loft. Max liked to go to extremes and his apartment was no exception. Our new friend was impressed, her mouth and eyes wide as she stared out the wall length windows.   “This place is beautiful!”   Max smiled quietly, a little mysteriously. The girl was about to get to know him a little better, but no one know...