Sometimes it just takes too long for me to write about the randomness in my life. Here's Part II of my visit to the DMV on Labor Day Weekend. Read Part I here. Day 2 of our Girls Trip to the DMV was under way. We'd obsessed over what to do, where to go all morning, and the standard answer was still, "To the District." So, off we went. After clowning with the staff at Ben's ... Read More
Fiction: Kaleidoscope
If I could paint a picture of me pleasing to only your eyes, I would do it. Make the colors so vibrant and mesmerizing, they literally pull you in. But you only see me in black and white. Is it because I think my light shines brighter than it really does, or do you only see what you want to see? I can’t give you a new pair of eyes or make you change your mind in what you see. I ... Read More
The Stories of People: A Tuesday Kind of Love, Pt. II
Two weeks had passed, and I still hadn't run into the Mr. Reflex again. That's the alias I gave him since I didn't know his name. If and when I find out his name, he'll still be referred to as such. Aliases w always used until said person becomes of major importance. No real names allowed. (I know it sounds objectifying, and I'd be pissed to find out a man gave me an alias ... Read More
The Stories of People: Dancing in the Dark
I remember how I felt when we first kissed. Something else had suddenly taken over me. I knew I should stop touching you, but I couldn’t. I was powerless. Spellbound. It was so gentle and passionate. When our lips finally parted from each other’s, only one thought came to mind… I wanted to dance with you. At that very moment. Crazy, right? Not bumping and grinding or whining ... Read More
The Stories of People, Pt. II: The Last Words I Said to Her
"Do you want me to lock the door?" Those were the last words I said to the woman I love. It doesn't get any more poetic than that. That was a pretty dumb question anyway, seeing as how I'd just placed the key to her home on the end table. I was returning her belongings and picking mine up to start a new life without her. How could I lock a door with no key? I blame habit and ... Read More