Dora always despised her fat body, comparing it to an aerostat. Conversations about body positivity made her either sad or irritated, depending on her mood. By the time she was thirty-two, she had tried every means of losing weight, including some dangerous ones, and gotten nothing. She still weighed 120 kg, and half of her body was excess fat. So she gave up. She considered herself extremely unattractive (of course, ther...

It's late at night. Thus far, it has been a truly boring and irritable affair at the gala. He has had to retreat from the madness in order to gain a sense of sanity. He sits on the sofa in his suit, his dress shirt partially unbuttoned, with a glass of whiskey that he continually swirls about in his hand as if contemplating whether he should drink it or not. There comes a knock on the door. Cocking his head, he wonders wh...

Not long ago, I published my first true story. It was called, “The Sluttiest Thing I Have Done,” and I enjoyed writing out a good memory. At Chez MC1982, something like the following conversation took place. My husband knows I write on this site and enjoys my stories. Mr. MC1982: “MC1982, you really enjoyed writing that one, didn’t you?” Blushing, I confirmed that I did, albeit not as much as the events themselves. “You s...

"Rebeca...I want to apologise. I'm sorry I was mean to you when we were growing up." Rebeca looked up, and into her brother's eyes. Jorge's lips were pursed, and he was looking straight at her. She could see he meant it. She looked down. "Ok. Thanks." There was silence, then she said, "You...damaged my confidence. With boys, especially" "I know. I'm sorry." Jorge looked at his sister, now a woman, now to be married. She w...

People who experience a mysterious event sometimes feel the need for a rational explanation.  They seek to explain the unexplainable, and put it safely within a box of reality.  Perhaps, they’ll suggest, what you experienced was just a delusion, nothing more than mental musings.  But what if an otherworldly explanation is actually the truth? Modern people don’t believe in magic or spirits.  I know, as I used to be one of...

After William rushed to cuddle his true love, his abandonment of me to fend for myself, my being trapped behind her car, his ignoring me as he moved her Mercedes, the caught in the act event slowly boiled into an identity crisis which swept over my perception of who I was. My comparing him to a potato chip lover failed to cure hurt feelings. His lover's shoe was a poisoned dart.  The venom where it hit first inflicted sho...