It was cruel, but I couldn’t help myself. Their disappointment was just so captivatingly delicious.
People rely on certainty, on finality, and on knowing how things end, you see. They expect a twist or a dark revelation. They hang on every word; waiting, reading, and anticipating, and I took advantage of that, devouring the hopes they once held so high.
How, you ask?
Well, dear reader, I taunted them with hopes of a creative conclusion and then...
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J. R. Lowe
By day, I'm a PhD student, by night.... I'm still a PhD student, but sometimes I procrastinate by writing on Vocal. Based in Australia.
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Oooh, you! Wicked!
Well articulated thoughts ... keep going !
J.R. you evil genius, this was mean and so funny! I loved it! You created an intensity about the story from the beginning and then very tauntingly left us hanging! Which has the spiteful side of me buzzing in happy enthusiasm! Nicely done!
Haha. You bugger.
Good one!!! 💖💖💕
Humorous, I was hook for sure
"and then, I go to sleep" ??? To be continued... Probably not. Great read, J.R. - We do wish for resolution, and now I know what it feels like to be left hanging. 😅
I feel manipulated. Just kidding, very creative and…❤️
Very clever!
How could you do this? Lol! This was so creative!
I was so afraid that was where you were taking us!! I tip my hat to you and your deviousness 🤣🤣
I knew that was coming, and still I felt ripped off! 😄 Not really--ironically, you gave me the conclusion I never knew I needed, and the only one that fits! Clever, clever stuff, JR!!
Haha, very clever!
Hah! Very creative, I like it