The rain fell in heavy beads from a concrete-colored sky. Melancholy, he trudged along, the rain piercing him with thousands of wet, tiny needles.All around him the world was an explosion of color. The grass had never looked greener, the flowers had never been so vibrant, yet inside he felt monochrome. Much like the sky above him, he felt gloomy and gray.He marched on in the rain, trying to fight back tears and several he...

My boyfriend Mark was getting his things ready to go to his family's cabin at Douglas Lake, which was about an hour and a half's drive from Asheville Tennessee, where we both lived. He had shown me pictures of the small cabin his family had at the lake and I had always thought it was so beautiful there. Especially this time of year with all the fall colors on the trees... it was like a picture postcard. "Oh Mark, I wish I...

While Gary B.B. Coleman was singing about the sky crying, I was inside staring vacantly at my armoire, wondering what the fuck I was going to wear. A glass of red was in my right hand, to calm my nerves, but so far it hadn’t done anything, other than make me feel a little tipsy. I hadn’t eaten much at all that day, aside from the odd nibble of some seaweed crackers and a few cherries. The alcohol was going straight to my...

It's a dangerous borderline. We're riding some rapturous tide,I'd call it a featherweight bliss you'll always seal with a kiss,something I can only describewhen the moment blooms. Before we made it to your room,the city shimmered all around youas if trying to tell me somethingin its secretive codes of neonand strobes against your framebefore the first drops of rain fell. To expose all the body can ever knowbut never quite...

Standing, huddled, in the rain. It’s three AM. Her body couples to mine and mine to hers,Like tireless magnets,Connected by some infinite, impalpable force. Our sky is a misty, glowing amber streetlight haze,And our lust,Just a metaphor of something better. A steady rain opens and I watch her,Watch, for any sign of abandoning this moment.She tilts her face up, simple, subtle,To the heavens, with closed eyes. Acceptance fe...

I don’t know what makes me tingle so much. I suppose it could be the heat on my skin or the warm breeze lapping around all the sensitive parts of my body. It could be the fact that I am naked and slowly walking towards her. It could be that we are outdoors and that she is casually resting against the wooden fencing of this grand colonial style house. What makes my body tingle the most is the water. I love the feel of rain...

Bright lights, pubs and clubs. Laughter, shouting, drunkenness and expectation; scattered chips, spilled beer and kebabs reduced to vomit. Most married couples our age merely skirted the area, heading for the more upmarket restaurants, or maybe a bit of musical theatre. Not so Belinda and I. But we weren’t here for the pubs and clubs. Nor to laugh and shout. Nor were we drunk, though we’d popped into the Merry Crow for a...

Gary White was an introverted man.  He had social problems and didn’t really connect with women.  He went out alone at a club and struck out once again.  Nobody talked with him or even looked in his direction. It wasn’t that Gary wasn’t attractive, he just didn’t know how to talk to the opposite sex.  He got very nervous and sometimes would stutter when he couldn’t get his thoughts out. He had been drinking and decided to...