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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.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 4 years ago in HumansYogi Vampire
Henry liked the way the building was connected to the parking garage. It had double glass doors on a second level opening onto a full glass walkway leading to the main offices. There was a nice lightness to the pathway and it always felt like a good start the day strolling through the sunshine even though it often opened doors onto a landscape of slow torture and “death” from non-action, indecision and loneliness. He had just arrived for the day and was just entering the walkway, heading diagonally towards the office when he saw Ralph ahead in his usual blue tie and wrinkled shirt, carrying a shoe box and moving at a hurried pace with Vice President O’Brien ahead of him in his freshly-pressed business suit. Ralph’s shoe suddenly caught the carpet a bit and with a stutter step, The box that he was carrying popped out of his arms sending one of the sneakers flying up in the air, in an arc that headed straight towards the back of Vice President O’Brien’s head hitting him as it descended. O’Brien stopped dead in his tracks and stood there, still for a long moment. Ralph stepped forward to pick up the blue tissue paper and the two shoes that had fallen out from his hands and he muttered, “I’m very sorry.”
Mike BrownPublished 4 years ago in HumansThe imaginary "The Mr. One"
Have it ever happened to you, that you were just minding your own business, walking on the street or something and you saw someone and it was love at first sight?! No, just me?! Nah, I know you had that before... I know it, don`t be shy! :D
loving then leaving a love gone wrong
It was 1984 and he was the sweetest guy and would dress like, "Billy Idol". So he was quite impressive and I did feel nervous and amazed when I saw him. So many women wanted him and yet he was so attentive to me. He really was so good looking and even wore eye makeup because it was the 80;s and men wore eyeliner! He was so cool and I would just swoon over him. I was hitting the clubs and would often go dancing and have fun with my friends.. His name was "Billy" and he was so fine and handsome and he would often make me feel beautiful. Feeling beautiful was not normal for me because I was so skinny and insecure. Many Spanish people don't think that being thin and skinny is too sexy and I was battling between two worlds. The Spanish culture and the American culture which is something many Spanish women must endure. Two concepts of contrasting beauty made me suffer so much since I was considered "not beautiful" in the Spanish culture and yet I was beautiful in the American culture. I was as thin as "Pat Benatar" and my hair was short like hers. Most Spanish women had long hair but I had to cut mine due to a bad haircut and had to start over with short hair.
Camaryn LorenPublished 4 years ago in Humans"Love in the time of Corona"
Hey, Well... we are still struggling with the Coronavirus pandemic and many of us still spend a ton of time at home to make sure we don't get it, nor spread it. I hope we all are enough selfish to keep the germs for ourselves. :)
Short Fiction: Upgrade
With hindsight, the early days of the relationship was the best time. Always in each other’s company, the constant touching and exploring. Being the main focus of your love’s attention is a wonderful feeling. She would hold me, stroke me and gaze at me. I felt special, like it was her and me against the world. I even tried to communicate with her, sending a message of love, but she didn’t recognise the number and got a bit freaked out. I didn’t try again.
MealyGaragePublished 4 years ago in HumansYou Don’t Have to Be Lonely in Midlife
Taylor Swift has a squad, the Rats and the Brats had packs, Scooby had his gang, and the lords of the ring have a fellowship. Whether you have a small group of close friends or a large network of acquaintances, those connections get more meaningful and more important as we get older. Call it a clan, a village, a posse, or a tribe, the people we surround ourselves with have a big impact on who we are, how we see the world, and how we age. You don’t have to feel lonely in midlife – but friendship may look a little different now.
Susan AndersonPublished 4 years ago in HumansHow To Break Up Without Hurting Our Partner
Any negative situations can lead someone to have a feeling to break up with their partner. Saturation, tired of being in ldr (long distance relationship), hard to get parents' approval, cheating to abusive relationship.
Shayens AbranPublished 4 years ago in HumansLesbian
I can remember knowing I was a lesbian because I felt it deep within even as a young child. I knew my feelings for women wasn’t what people call “ normal “ . I remember seeing this woman whom I thought was so beautiful. I wished that I could be with her. Being me, I knew I couldn’t tell anyone because I would get in trouble so I kept it to myself . Anyway I never came out of the closet lol I was outted by my mother being all up in my business. Okay boom so it’s ninth grade I was friends with this girl ( she was well known and I was too but not like her but everybody I came in contact liked me). Actually we wasn’t friends at first I’m remembering that part wrong lol. . . So I didn’t like her and her “crew “ because they acted so weird and prissy. Anyway one day we was in JROTC and somebody’s underarms smelled bad so some people wanted to do a smell check, everybody complied except for her soooo we knew it was her. Someone dared me to tell her that she need to wear deodorant and of course I did it lol ( not nice I know sorry guys ) . After that day she started wearing deodorant and I guess realized her “ crew “ wasn’t really her crew and gave me her number . No I don’t think she knew I was a lesbian shoot I didn’t even sort out my feelings yet so I wasn’t sure. Anyway we texted for months and hung out eventually along one another “ best friend “ but then something changed. I realized I liked her more than a friend like really really liked her . So I texted her and told her but was so nervous the whole time thinking like “ she won’t feel the same way “. Surprisingly, she said she felt the same way, I was so happy because it was like every feeling I’ve ever had hidden deep down inside of me made sense. But what came next I didn’t expect. . . So apparently my mom one day took my phone ( because she paid the bill ) & found out about me texting her how I felt. She wasn’t very supportive in fact she was mad. Back then now that I think about it, it seemed like the worst thing of my life but it actually was probably the best thing that could have ever happened to me. Although there was no happy ending with us because she was caught by my mom on the bus stop skipping school with a dude from our school lol ( she broke my little heart ) I did learn that she helped me out of the closet and I learned a very valuable lesson.
Raneir SchefieldPublished 4 years ago in HumansThe Art of Crying in Public
If you’ve never cried in public then congratu-f**king-lations on STIFLING YOUR EMOTIONS and manifesting them internally until they turn into cancer.
Jesse PardeePublished 4 years ago in HumansDoes my husband love me? Symptoms don't love you anymore
Does my husband love me? Does that sound like something you've been wondering about lately? It can be difficult to know exactly how your partner feels if he or she is uncomfortable and loyal to you. Men are known for their closeness when it comes to expressing their feelings and that often leaves their loved ones confused and unaware of the relationship. There are ways to see if he still feels as close to you as he did when you were married. Once you know the signs that he no longer loves you, you can decide what your next move should be.
Robert McKissickPublished 4 years ago in HumansA bit of Shame
I remember holding you one morning pregnant as hell as the sheets smelled of embarrassment and the warmth as your resting belly swelled. You had wet the bed at 17 with me your fiance cuddling you in the bed, your cheeks rosy with shame as I helped change the sheets before saving on water as we showered together, a smile plastered to my face. If I remember correctly you my love, you had this amazing ability to feel both shame yet shameless at the exact same time. I remember getting to know you thinking well that’s not so bad you would wet the bed till you were 16, yet at the same time you were definitely cute enough to pull it off. I remember how embarrassed you were needing to defend yourself explaining it was only every once in a while and during those dreams where you think you were awake resting your cute booty on the seat, only to wake up in warm wet sheets. The thoughts that passed through my mind as you told me were simply, man she’s adorable when embarrassed I wonder how much I could tease. Yet at the same time the amount of shamelessness you had when you told me you were a female who was a male trapped in a female body had an air of bravery, a bravery I respected greatly in you. To me it didn’t matter if some nights we cuddled we woke up in a pool of blood and your face red with embarrassment, or the fact that despite being a guy you became cutely pregnant. Honestly to me you could’ve done or said anything and I would’ve accepted until you betrayed my love with disloyalty. Yet I’m not here to shame you in any way although perhaps it seems far from it, because we kept the protectors on our mattresses for the same reason you covered your face. You would hide your cute face ashamed of who you were and what you did thinking ten fingers could hide you from the world, you’d throw away sheets stained with guilt washing plastic keeping up appearances for people who never truly cared. Yet I was there loving you despite the skeletons, or shame with a smile on my face simply saying, “baby it’s okay because I’ll love you no matter how dirty you get.” Not saying that I was in particular fond of the more freaky things, but true love is more about accepting the scars that laid barren on your wrists, or knowing despite any mess I could shower you with my kisses. Love was despite any amount of pain or shame that I would hold you with a soft laugh saying, “Honey bun it’s okay, trust me it’s already a good day.”
Blaze HerreroPublished 4 years ago in Humans