The roar of life

The roar of the steam roller deafened her. She had her headphones in trying to listen to the latest true crime podcast, but it was nearly impossible. Cars whizzed by, honking at the traffic piling up from the nearby construction. She was sitting outside despite the 90 F weather. Her office was windowless and freezing. … More The roar of life

I’m Sorry…?

Another day, another fight. It was just like all of the others. They fought for hours. It went around in circles. She thought they had moved onto another topic, but suddenly they were back at the beginning. The fights always ended the same too. They would eventually get tired of arguing, and things were just … More I’m Sorry…?

He Snaps.

He continues to throw her away. He always comes back with apologies and promises that he won’t leave again. She accepts them. She knows it’s weak. She knows she should do better. She doesn’t know what’s wrong with her. Why can’t she just choose herself for once? It’s the same thing every time. She thinks … More He Snaps.

What Am I Fighting For?

It’s hard to fight for something when the other person doesn’t care. It’s hard not to question your worth when you are tossed aside every other day. It’s hard not to question if you will ever be loved again. You were so close to marriage—to starting a new life with someone. That someone was your … More What Am I Fighting For?

Pathetic.

Pathetic. That’s what she is. He told her he’s done with her. He told her he never loved her. It was all lies. What does she do? She turns her phone on Loud and waits for him to come back. He’s always come back. She’s done nothing wrong. She’s supported him as much as she … More Pathetic.

It’s Not About Being Beautiful. It’s About Being Comfortable.

I stared into the mirror with frustration growing inside of me. I had been trying to apply liquid, winged eyeliner for the last twenty minutes. Nothing was working. I had applied, wiped off, and re-applied too many times now. Tears were starting to form. No. I could not cry. That would ruin the rest of … More It’s Not About Being Beautiful. It’s About Being Comfortable.

Enough.

A short story about boundaries and realizing what you’re worth. Clarice walks into the boutique, surveying the gowns surrounding her. She cannot believe she has gotten herself into this situation. She remembers the lunch like it was yesterday. Teresa had invited her out to lunch. Clarice was pretty surprised given the nature of their last … More Enough.

One Nice Day

How nice it must be to live this way every day. Maybe one day her pride won’t prevent her from just dropping everything and being happy again. She felt like she was slowly getting to that point. For now, she had today. … More One Nice Day