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 Don’t go to the weddingThe note simply said as Winnie Tuck stared at it in disbelief. In five hours, she was supposed to be the maid of honor for her sister, and best friend, Wren. Wren was marrying Winnie’s childhood crush and other best friend, Wesley Pike. The three had known each other for over twenty years and in their younger years had the troublesome trio of Lister St. When they grew into teenagers, Winnie fell in love with Wes, but he only had eyes for Wren. Winnie and Wren were fraternal twins, but couldn’t be more different i...
I haven’t moved or even let out a breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding for what seems like ages. I hang out in this limbo just waiting for you to write, to think of me again. Put your problems aside and pick up the computer. That expensive piece of machinery you bought to “concentrate on your writing”. I keep screaming in your head, keep waiting on your page. But you just keep passing the computer, I see you looking at it like it is dog crap on the sidewalk, see that lust in your eyes when you think your muse has found you again. I kn...
The bus bounced up and down on the country road, each bump causing my stomach to retch. I took a deep breath to calm it down. It drew the attention of the other four people on the bus and the old man, possibly in his late 70s/early 80s in the seat across from me, offered an antacid. “No, thank you,” I said, staring past him out the window at the beautiful green outside. The tour guide was talking about donkeys or something when the bus started to slow down. Confused murmurs filled the small space and I turned my attention to ...
A knock on her door woke her up from an interesting dream, it was of her setting her soon-to-ex-husband,Matt, on fire. Not an altogether bad dream, she thought bitterly, as she looked out the peephole. Sarah saw a rather handsome older Filipino man with an unusually elongated face, white peppering his black hair and trimmed beard. His charming smile was magnified by the peephole as she was taken aback. “Hi, I’m here to see Matt. My name is Henry,” he said. He must’ve heard her footsteps and assumed she was going to be safe before openin...
Trigger Warning: Divorce, Breaking Up, Cancer, Infertility She was dreading walking into the blistering heat, her wide sunglasses already adorned upon her face. It hid her tears from the world, not that anyone would blame her. It wasn’t an everyday thing to end a marriage. Even with the cheating accusations and arguing about whatever little thing they could bring up, Jill still loved Pete. She still viewed him as the guy she met at the bookstore, reading Jane Austen in hopes of striking up a conversation with a particularly pretty cashi...
Trigger Warning: Loss, Grief, Postpartum Depression, Drunk Driving, Death He wipes the counter with his worn dishrag. The atmosphere for his small coffee shop is slow today, giving him time to think. A smile is what he presents, but the turmoil in his mind isn't giving way. What he could do with more money or time, he thinks as he keeps wiping away. If only his boy had more time. He finds himself clutching the rag in anger, balling it in his wrinkled hand, hurting himself a bit. His thoughts are interrupted by a clatter by the door as a...
Author of Quit and The Road Trip, working on an anthology series right now.
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