Tag: Love

I Don’t Have A Choice

It’s time to come home. It’s time to do what these hands were made to do. It’s time to make choices. It’s time to face all the fear. I’ve ran enough, as far as these legs are willing to take me. Turn and face the monsters, the facts, and the truth. It’s time to come home, the one buried deep…

Golden Boy: A Short Story

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental.   A teenage boy fell in love with a teenage girl. They were married, and would soon welcome their…

When He Loves Her More Than You

When he loves her more than you… He protects her in a way he would’ve never protected you. Guards her name and shields her psyche from the pain you’re forced to feel every moment, whether you’re asleep or awake. No matter the time of day or night, you’re in excruciating pain. He won’t allow her to feel THAT pain, to…

The Breaking News

Unexpected. My body and heart has been hit by a truckload of red hard bricks. This place is quiet. Too quiet for my noisy mind. The thoughts running rapidly, repeatedly. The coffee tastes sweet yet bitter. Life is bitter and sweet. Love is bitter, and surprisingly rarely sweet. The television is on and the talking heads are assessing the constant…

Cotton Candy, Funnel Cakes, And Kismet

There is a refusal inside of me to burden you with the world tonight. There are enough words being shouted about the day and age we’re suddenly forced to live in. Instead, I will burden you with my tiny glimmer of hope. Dammit, it’s not been stripped of me yet. I won’t let any man seize the days my heart…

Appalachian Grit

“Hey, Punk, I feel like bleeding tonight.”  Strip it away. Strip away the perception. Rip out the fake hair. Wash away the conditioned, weathered face. Can you see my dark spots? I’ve been living too close to the sun. Burnt up by rays scorching my freckled lace shoulders. Posting filtered images with fake smiles. Trying to paint over those Prozac…

A Glass Flower Christmas

It’s the nostalgic time of year, multi colored lights strung across and wrapped around a dead tree, the stockings hung meticulously. They’ll fall off and almost every other day I pick them up, and place them on the hooks again. It’s the time of year where I rush hoping to get last minute gifts at department stores. Hoping I did…

Light and Dark.

A blonde haired boy no older than 4 years-old drags his red helping chair across the kitchen next to the light switch. He flips the light on, then off, then on and off again. The kitchen goes from light to dark, illumination to shadows. A mother is standing across the kitchen announcing to him what he is doing. A person…

If You Marry Again…

Young women will make lists. They will try to make some understanding in what kind of man will be the upmost effective match for them in marriage, love and partnership. Those lists will evolve as they grow wiser with age. Detailing the person they once were compared to the person they’ve become. The kind of person they used to desire…

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