Sharlene Alba
Bio
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)
Embers (Ch. 2)
ZACH "Mami, I'm good... no really, I'm good... I'm taking all of my medications," I reassured my mother over the phone, just as Thea handed the two pills and a glass of water over to me and I downed it before I could answer my mother's next question. She'd held her reservations about letting us travel on our own, but dad finally managed to convince her to loosen her leash a bit. We owed him big time for that one.
By Sharlene Alba5 years ago in Humans
Turning Into You
You could find the innocence in anything if you tried hard enough. Even in someone as corrupted and as lecherous as I was. On the outside, people saw a prosthetic light in me that provided them comfort and understanding. On the inside however, nothing compared to how dark and rotten I've become since I've loved you.
By Sharlene Alba5 years ago in Filthy
Embers (Ch. 1)
GISELLE "Do you think they got on the wrong flight?" Freddy Alvarez, my uncle and guardian for all intents and purposes, asked the burning question and while it was possible for my cousins Zach, Zander and Thea to have gotten on the wrong flight back home to Boringville Pasadena, I had a feeling they were just lost in this huge airport. They'd been super young when they left ten years ago. I still had no idea why they decided to come back when it sounded like they were having the time of their lives traveling around South America.
By Sharlene Alba5 years ago in Humans
Venomous Pain
The aesthetic of old Hollywood was something I grew up emulating until my teen years. Actresses like Marilyn Monroe and Elizabeth Taylor and even Bette Davis were among the many women starring in the late night movies I'd sneak into the living room to watch while my foster parents were asleep. I wanted to be just as sultry as Marilyn, just as witty as Elizabeth and just as talented as Bette Davis. Unfortunately for me, I had zero skills as an actress and gave up that dream along with all the others that died along the way as we grew into adulthood.
By Sharlene Alba5 years ago in Horror
Frozen Ink
You got a new heart and then you left me. The mind-numbing action took its toll on me at the time. And I guess I hadn't realized how much of an impact it had caused in me until just a moment ago when I saw you enter the same train car as me. This train was heading somewhere foreign but there was nothing unfamiliar about the way my skin burned and my throat closed up whenever we were in the same room.
By Sharlene Alba5 years ago in Filthy
Trembling
I should've known the moment my soul recognized yours that you'd be the epitome of complication. My downfall lies in the way I enjoy loving you. From the involuntary curl in my toes when you make me smile, to the way my back arches the moment you step in behind me, your hands taking a hold on my hips the same way your smile had captured my heart the moment I heard your voice for the first time, unrelenting and insatiably eager to consume me with nothing but pleasure.
By Sharlene Alba6 years ago in Filthy
A Benevolent Touch
James Price had been a very naughty man up until karma had finally taken it upon itself to collect. He'd spent most of his days working at a minimum wage job, which barely left him with enough money to pay his bills, and at night, that's where his desperation tested his self-control. He tried to tame his criminal nature, tried to progress more than society allowed him to for someone of his skin color. But it seemed everything around him, from the dirty dishes in his sink, to the eviction notices on his door were just reminders of the ropes tied around his wrists and feet keeping him from doing better than he'd ultimately been taught.
By Sharlene Alba6 years ago in Horror
Scars on Fire
I have three rules that I, June Saltzman, have to abide by during my readings. Number one: Don't leave the spiritual plane door open. Number two: Never let them see even a glimpse of your fears. And finally, seek your spirit guide when you break rule number one and two.
By Sharlene Alba6 years ago in Filthy
Locura
I had a reputation for collecting anything that held rare and intricate beauty. Stunning old homes restored to their former glory, foreign cars with sleek lines and perfectly imperfect engines that could be heard from miles away, ambitious women who never let the stars in their eyes dim for any man who dared to close them. I mostly craved for oddities, trinkets and paintings everyone dismissed with quick glances and poor taste.
By Sharlene Alba6 years ago in Filthy
Mr. Lately
Have you ever wanted something so bad, you wouldn't dare let yourself have it? Only because you knew the outcome would bring only misery and doubts, a somber domino effect that would plague your conscience for years to come. I never wanted to go through something like this again. However, the burden of a thousand pounds worth of fear was currently pressing onto my chest, constricting my airways, wrapping around my lungs as I awaited your arrival. This built-up tension stuck in the crevices of my neglected libido has forced my hand. I've gone long enough without you and my eager fingers were itching to be replaced with the sensation of your tongue running along my sensitive skin.
By Sharlene Alba6 years ago in Filthy
Petrichor: The Finale
DANIEL Spending three months in rehab without seeing my friends and family was one of the hardest thing I think I've ever done. At least I got something good out of it. The counselors all claimed addiction couldn't be cured, only tamed. I was perfectly fine with that as long as I could still be able to have an occasional drink here and there. I just couldn't over do it, like I used to. Substituting one lethal addiction for a less damaging one had been the hard part. I was now up to five chewing gum packs a day.
By Sharlene Alba6 years ago in Humans