One Last Dance
I didn’t feel blind, deaf or mute. I just woke up that way. Unaware of the silence, still thinking it was night and that my mom must be somewhere else if she couldn’t answer my screaming. But my eyes never adjusted to the darkness. It was just there. No shapes. No sound. I tried screaming for help. I couldn’t tell if anything was coming out. My mouth was open. I was using my...
Two skinned knees, one black eye and too many strike outs to count and what did my coach say to me? “Next time…try.”
All the Rage
I’ve become one of them. It’s happened. I’m all rage, muscle and attitude. I hunger for the snap of your neck. The sounds of the ropes breaking. The crack of your back as I bend your body senseless. You’re my toy now! My slave. You can’t hide because you don’t know I’m coming for you. You can’t smell me, because I’m not really here. What was...
“I tend to open my mouth without thinking,” I said, not looking her in the eyes. “I didn’t mean it.” “It’s too late now for an apology. I’m pretty sure that’s why you’re trying to do here, right?” Kathryn paced in front of the door. “Don’t leave. Finish your tea, at least. Then go. Never see me again, if you...
At 16, I had no life. Not a good one. Not one that involved boys or girls and kissing them. On the lips. Or maybe seeing them naked. The good stuff. My life skipped right over that and gave me shit. My grandma was dying, and because I have no say in anything ever, we moved to be with her. I love grandma and I want to be an understanding person and stuff, but in all honesty, I miss my house. My...
Hi, I'm Alive
One day after college graduation, Danny didn’t feel a thing. He was sitting at his mom’s kitchen table with this off-white paper full of frilly script that meant absolutely nothing. He heard footsteps, shoved his diploma under his seat and hid his apathy behind what he hoped was a convincing smile. “Do you want eggs?” “Nah, I ate already. Thanks anyways.” ...
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I have a confession to make: I have not read a book in a really long time. I think it’s been a year. I started and stopped so many books in 2011. I did not finish a one. There’s no good reason why I haven’t been reading. I’ve been busy. I’ve been stressed. But that’s never stopped me before. When I was in college, I used to gobble up “for...
Cindy waved, but I pretended not to see her face in the crowd. There she goes again with her goofy grin, waves flailing and I looked right past her. She smiled as I walked without any hint of recognition. I think she thought I was joking. I wasn’t. I said I didn’t want to see her again. Carl told her I was coming back home for the holidays. I hate the fucking holidays. I hailed a taxi...
It’s been ten days and no word. I was mid-sentence when it happened. “Oh, have you tried…” And then nothing. My friends thought I was joking around. “My voice,” I mouthed, but everyone kept shaking their hands and cracking up. “No really. It’s gone!” No one believed me. My voicemail is filled with messages from friends and my mom. I...