Sharlene Alba
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Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry MissBeautyBargain Facebook: grungefirepoetry
Stories (287/0)
Shards Of Being: Ch. 6
The world felt different when you were grieving. People, things, places, and everything in between felt heavier, sharper, more painful. I thought I was ready to be around Marina after what happened in Houston. Turns out it was one of the many lies I was telling myself daily to keep myself from falling apart.
By Sharlene Alba3 years ago in Humans
Shards Of Being: Ch. 5
JOSEPH “You’re an idiot for that move, bro,” I let Carlos know as I continued to lead the team to victory in the latest console game. The latest update for the game had come out this weekend and everyone had been trying out the new character except for me. I chose to play with the characters I could easily beat other players with. I didn’t follow the herd. At least not anymore.
By Sharlene Alba3 years ago in Humans
Shards Of Being: Ch. 4
SOPHIA Houston didn’t experience many chilly days during the winter. Today was an exception. The crisp air reminded me it was New Year’s Eve and that there had been actual snowflakes on the ground when I left Marina’s house to pick up some last minute decorations for tonight’s party. Dave drove us into town late in the afternoon and we decided to divide and conquer if we were going to get all these items on Marina’s list in time. We also picked Quinn’s Bakery as our final resting spot before heading back to Marina’s. However, I decided I wanted to pick up some hot chocolate for the road and headed into the local coffee shop first.
By Sharlene Alba3 years ago in Humans
Shards Of Being: Ch. 3
JOSEPH Normally, I enjoyed spending time with my family during the holidays, but I just wasn’t feeling it this year. My eldest cousin Roman, had taken notice in the midst of the family reunion happening in his backyard and mentioned a bonfire that a few of his friends were invited to on the other side of town. I wasn’t in the mood to party, but I was told there would be alcohol and weed and I was in desperate need of some right now. I begrudgingly agreed to accompany him despite knowing I'd have to watch how much I drank around Roman. His alcohol tolerance was pitiful and his mother would chew my head off if she found out I wasn't looking after him.
By Sharlene Alba4 years ago in Humans
Nightmare In A Bottle
Something bad happened to me. I know it did. Doctor Stein, my therapist, thought so as well. Which was why I had asked him to meet me here tonight. The more I thought about my past, the more I could feel the ominous feeling envelope my bones as I stared out into the murky water and took a seat on top of the highest boulder.
By Sharlene Alba4 years ago in Horror
Shhh! The worms can hear you!
Creature features are a lost art in the horror film category. What is a creature-feature you ask? It's a horror flick in which one or more monsters play a pivotal role throughout the movie. Some popular creature features that are more well-known throughout the generations are Godzilla, King Kong, and Nosferatu, also known as Dracula. However, the first documented film of its kind was called "The Golem", a lost silent film made in 1915.
By Sharlene Alba4 years ago in Horror
Shards Of Being: Ch. 2
SOPHIA “I’m not spending my last day in New York with my best friend glued to her phone,” Marina declared as she snatched my phone out of my hands and turned it off completely, keeping it hostage in her own purse. We’d been strolling down Central Park for about thirty minutes now and I wasn't only physically tired, but mentally as well. The stunning autumn foliage surrounding us wasn’t doing anything except making me feel worse.
By Sharlene Alba4 years ago in Humans
Shards Of Being
JOSEPH “I’m not doing this shit,” I told Carlos Nunez, my best friend, while he did his best not to snicker along with the rest of the guys as we waited at the bus stop on Lafayette Avenue in the Bronx. We were all from The Heights, a designated block in the Tri-State area where there were mostly people of Dominican descent. But Carlos’ younger brother Ulysses went to school here uptown and Carlos was under strict orders from his mother to pick him up and drop him off every day. The guys and I usually accompanied him on Fridays if our college and work schedules lined up. Today happened to be one of those days, and to my disappointment, Carlos was in a prick-like mood. I, of course, was his favorite victim. Mostly because he knew I could take a joke. Mainly, because I was his only punching bag.
By Sharlene Alba4 years ago in Humans
Avenues: The Finale, Part 2
“Do exactly as I say or she dies,” Oliver started, then gestured for me to move away from Susie. I obeyed, not willing to let my pride get either of us killed. I wondered how the hell he got up here when Luey’s men were parked downstairs, keeping watch and on the staircase. A disguise maybe? Whatever it had been, it worked and I was trying really fucking hard not to lose my shit and tackle Oliver to the ground. He could get trigger happy and shoot away at Susie.
By Sharlene Alba4 years ago in Families
Avenues: The Finale, Part 1
He was definitely hiding something. I kept visiting my father in prison, pretending to rebuild the kind of father-son relationship he so desperately wanted, just to gain his trust. It’s been months and he hasn’t coughed anything up worth any value to me. Nothing that would allow me to gain any leverage towards Oliver who still hadn’t made his move yet. Months have gone by and not a single bomb has been thrown on this side of the fence. It made me uneasy and it was causing my insomnia to resurface.
By Sharlene Alba4 years ago in Families
Avenues: Ch. 8
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to feel seeing my father for the first time since the day they locked him up for good. I didn’t feel the familiar rage I’d been carrying around all these years. Pity was also not part of the equation as I watched the guards haul him into the visiting area and push him down onto the table as they un-cuffed him. I was numb from head to toe. I believe this is what Susie would call a defense mechanism. I couldn’t let a single word this man would say get to me today. I couldn’t take anything personal. I was here for one thing and one thing only. I needed information and that was all this needed to be. A cordial transaction.
By Sharlene Alba4 years ago in Filthy
Avenues: Ch. 7
All eyes turned towards me when Marissa opened her door and let me into her apartment. While the music lowered, she took my jacket, and I avoided eye contact with everyone in the room except for Susie, who shared her sympathies from the kitchen as she poured herself a drink. From the looks of it, she’d had a few while I had that talk with my father. She can’t say I didn’t warn her. I distinctly remember telling her how awful they had treated my mother when they had found out she was pregnant with me. Being disowned for being a teen mother was the stigma my mother carried within my family until the day she died.
By Sharlene Alba4 years ago in Humans