Before I met her, all I knew was cold. Life was bitter and the air bit my sides and shook my body until I was afraid I would fall. But when March came, I saw a light.
She was a warm presence in my cold bones. She kissed the edges of my skin and revived the broken parts in me. She was my reason for living but it was us against the world. Her friends would try to keep her from seeing me. And when I couldn’t feel her with me, they would shower me with guilt and try to beat me until I fell. Even my own mother would scold me, promising that our love was short-lived and she would eventually break my heart. On the dark days, I truly believed it, but my love always came back. I would be drenched in the terrors the world would promise me, and then suddenly, I would feel her warmth on my skin and her heated kisses would dry my tears.
Our life together was a short seven months. I believed in us. I soaked her in every day we would meet. But one day, a place my mother called “Autumn” had come, and with its presence, my love had left without a goodbye. I tried my best to live without her, to shoulder the I told you so’s from the world, but it only made me ill inside. My mother beraded me, told me it wasn’t meant to be, until my skin changed color. Eventually, we became strangers, and I felt like I was falling once again. This time, with no one to catch me, I was no longer afraid. My skin was a shriveled brown when my battered stem broke off my mother’s cold branch. I lied on the ground in a garden of hearts my love had broken. In my last dying moment, I saw her bright yellow shade, and I was warm again before fading away.
After a lengthy and rather devastating separation, I am now reunited with my computer and have recovered majority of my writing! My long hiatus is majorly due to the fact that my computer broke (during finals week…of all times) and I had no way to write and/or post on here. :( But that is a thing of the past!
I plan on writing a lot more often and posting on here about once a week more or less. I’m currently working on four books and another volume of a collection of short stories but I feel I will still have time to post on here. It’s good to have my work backed up anyway. In addition to stories, I will start posting love and romance themed poetry on here.
In the future, I am thinking of possibly holding a drawing contest for some of my followers to submit drawings of characters that appear in my stories or even designing a book cover for me. But if that happens, more details will appear later.
Also, always remember I have a book of short stories for sale self-published on blurb.com. The link is in my description on my blog. And if you ever have ideas for stories/poems or want to send a picture for me to write something to, please submit something!
It’s good to be back. :) Thoughts?
Naked with black socks. Joy’s body lay next to me showing a contrast that was difficult to describe. Her pearl-white skin against the blackness of her hair that only emphasized her pale blue eyes. I sat in the chair across the room staring out the window with my hands gripping a coffee mug. The room was a lot cleaner than it had been the previous time I woke up with Joy. Our clothes were no longer scattered in every corner. The little puddles our rained feet had left on the hardwood had since dried up. The sun heated my shoulder as I took another sip of my bland coffee. I had three hours before I had to pick Drake up at the airport. Three hours before I had to make the decision between the two loves of my life.
Drake and I met in a parking lot. Our romance story poetically starts with my hands pulling at my hair and my voice bellowing profanities at a bicycle cop who stood scribbling on a notepad.
"I can’t believe this! I cannot believe this!” I repeated several times as the worst day of my life only seemed to get worse. That is, until he so bravely attempted to comfort me.
"Hey, lady, calm yourself." This, of course only angered me more. I couldn’t say anything. Only an exasperated sigh and deathly glare escaped me.
"Okay, okay." He threw his hands up to surrender. "You know you don’t look too bad when you’re angry." He used the same line when he proposed.
We were having a fight. A fight about nothing, as always. Most of our fights weren’t too serious. We had a pretty solid relationship. This one was about the dishes being too dirty or turning the heat up too high or I can’t even remember. I yelled at him and I screamed until my face was blue trying to get some kind of answer. The only answer I got was “You know you don’t look too bad when you’re angry.” When I turned around, there was a diamond ring on the kitchen table. He told me he wanted to fight with me until the end of time.
"You know what I’ve always wondered?" Joy interrupted my memories. I raised my eyebrows.
"What the beach looks like at night." She continued. I smiled, but it was weak. Almost fake. I fingered the ring on my finger, wondering if it would claim a home on my hand forever or if it would slide across a table toward Drake’s weeping stance. I wondered if I even had the strength to break a heart, but I knew someone’s would be broken.
“Come on. Let’s take a shower.” Joy unknowingly interrupted again. Over the past three days, Joy must have gotten to know me very well, because in the shower is when I fell in love with her the most. Aside from seeing her dance in the rain, of course. Seeing the stream of water rain down on her shoulders is a sight that leaves me breathless. The way she hugs her hips while washing herself and tilts her head back in an effort to get all the shampoo out of her hair is indescribable. Her feet stay flat on the squishy blue mat save for a few moments where she traces my ankle with the tips of her toes. Her once painted nails are now starting to chip, I imagine due to the excessive amount of time she has spent in the water with me.
We emerge from the shower and naturally, Joy looks like an angel as the fog swirls around her like the clouds of heaven. I wipe away the dew on the mirror to look at myself. I had already been dried off, but there were streaks of water down my collar to the insides of my breasts from the tips of my hair. I had dark circles under my eyes.
We’ll tell him together. I remember what Joy said from the day before.
Drake’s plane was 17 minutes past schedule, which actually isn’t too bad for an airline delay. He wore a bright smile as he walked up to me. He held me in an immediate embrace and Joy retracted her hand from my waist. I heard her bracelet jingle as she shoved her hand into her denim pocket.
“How was your trip?” I asked, trying to sound like nothing had changed since he left.
“Alright. It’s a shame I never get to experience the places to visit.” Joy and I emotionlessly agreed.
We left Drake’s suitcase in the trunk of my car and requested a table for three at one of the restaurants just outside the airport. It was an Italian place known for its gourmet cupcakes. Our table was a booth on one side and a single chair on the other. I imagine Joy was waiting for me to drop the atomic bomb that had been lit inside me since last night. Drake ordered bruschetta, I ordered a salad which I didn’t touch, and Joy ordered a Panini. We ate mostly in silence, or so it felt like it to me. In reality there was a lot of chatter about what Drake was able to see in Europe and how Joy and I spent our time together without him, leaving out a few details. I failed to mention where the ‘bruise’ on my collarbone came from or how long her legs look when they’re wet.
After a dreaded year spent at the restaurant we were finally home. I knew I had to tell Drake about what I did. Joy was glancing at me all afternoon, hinting at me to start the conversation over and over.
“Home sweet home.” He shrugged off his grey trench coat and started upstairs mentioning a bathroom break. Joy traced the granite countertops while her eyes stayed glued to the floor.
“So, what’s going on?” She asked. I shrugged.
“Angie.” She said in a motherly tone. “What do you want to do?” I bit my lip.
“I want to love you.” My eyes began to water, and soon a waterfall was spilling over my cheeks. “I just don’t want to hurt him.” I fiddled with the ring on my finger once again and took a deep breath.
“But I know there’s no other way.” I wiped the tears from my eyes. Joy walked over to me and grabbed my hand. She looked me in the eye for only a moment before leading me up the stairs. We reached the top right as Drake came out of the bathroom.
“Honey, we need to tell you something.” I began. He smiled nervously.
“We?” He imitated. He walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed, waiting for us to continue. We stood in the doorway.
“Joy and I. You see, we—“ I started to finally explain, but Drake was very obviously distracted. He was searching between the sheets of the bed until he pulled out a sheer black thong that had been wedged between the mattress and the frame. He smiled like a child.
“Jeez, Angie. You told me you guys went shopping but you didn’t explain what kind of shopping!” He seemed overjoyed. “Since when do you wear stuff like this anyway?” I gulped. My mind flashed back to when I playfully pulled back the cloth string on that thong and snapped it against blushed skin which made Joy explode in laughter.
“Angie?” He asked. I couldn’t speak. I could feel my eyes slowly beginning to fill up with moisture. Drake’s smile disappeared almost automatically. Joy was looking at the ground.
“Those aren’t Angie’s.” She said, never removing her gaze from the floor. I watched as the color from Drake’s face completely disappeared as he began to piece things together. The moisture in my eyes overflowed onto my cheeks but I still couldn’t muster up a voice. I soundlessly mouthed “I’m so sorry.”
Soon he disappeared as well.
Would anyone be interested in possibly reading a short story of a different genre?
I’m starting to get into creepypasta/horror and I don’t know if this is the right place for that….
Your stories are amazing <3
Thank you so much! :)
how can i handle a secret relationship?
Think for yourself. The people around you matter, but if he/she is treating you right, then what other people say shouldn’t matter. Just be careful, because a lot of times if your friends and family say “don’t date this person,” there’s a reason for it.
Nothing is more embarrassing than forgetting one of your e-mails for months (because you have so many) only to realize the e-mail was actually, your real name @yahoo.com.
I forgot my name for months.