The letters LGBTQ are just another way of saying that Love is Love.
The Millennial Villain
I don't want to curse a baby or anything, but I realized one day that I am not the hero of my own story. Let me explain,
The air smelled cleaner that day. The weather, perfect. There were few clouds in the sky and the hot sun sent sweat dripping down my shoulders. We - my girlfriend and our closest friend -
A Penny for My Thoughts?
The boy knew better. The boy had known better for a while. Men weren’t going to care anymore about what he had to say back in his city than they did in the big city. The boy’s words were worthless regardless of how he delivered them.
The Cry of Transgenders
We need to move up to a higher definition of emotions and feelings, buried under the deepest layers of sexual dysphoria. We need to make ourselves feel that we no longer have to spend a lot of time hating our bodies to enjoy our existence.
Game Boys and Go-Karts
When I was small, I used to look at my reflection in the shiny bathtub drain. I’d see my distorted features twist and expand. I’d sit and stare into the water until my fingers were prunes. I’d become bored and imagine that there were sharks in the tub trying to eat me, but they couldn’t get me because I was faster than them. The great white shark game was what I called it. This was my bath time routine.
All That I Am
I recently saw a few stories on Vocal that were “About Me” from the creators, which prompted me to do the same. Yes, it is an excellent way for people to understand me, and with that comes some sense from my writing. But it is also difficult for me.
A Moment in Time
How do I love thee? Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s sonnet comes to mind each time I see my class of Shakespearean literature students. It has nothing to do with the subject matter, but it expresses the feelings I have for one of my auditing students. She is exquisite, her thirst for knowledge a challenge, and while I wish she was working toward a degree, I’m eternally grateful she isn’t.
- Third Place in SFS 6: Green Light
Life is a Rollercoaster
“There you are! I was starting to think you’d stood me up.” Damian did not look the slightest bit concerned as he shouted across the parking lot. Nothing ever stressed him out.
The Pinky Promise
"Hi, Suzy," Irene Carras said joyfully over her iPhone. "Hi, Irene, how are you?" Suzy Meghrouni responded in a happy, sing-song manner. “I'm just sitting here trimming my cute little bonsai tree."
His Brown paper box
I sat on the sofa with a long sigh, after a long day at work I finally had time to myself. My phone buzzed, I picked it up to find a text from my friend Derek which said “Mark! You ready for me to kick your butt at Battle busters!? Should be there in 30.” I almost forgot I invited Derek over the other day. My lazy slouch and exhausted demeanor changes into a more excited one as that reminder breathes new life into me. I rush to my game console, turn it on, grab 2 controllers, and rush back to the sofa to load Battle busters. “No way he's gonna beat me this time.” I say to myself as I start practicing, as cute as Derek is when he wins against me I will destroy him his time.
The night of the chocolate cake crumbling before us
“I just watched this sad movie,” Selene started, taking off their work clothes, and changing into pajamas. The pajamas had Joshua trees on them. Selene loved Joshua trees—-they said it looked like a human that had stood out in the hot desert, arms outstretched—-and had slowly turned into the beautiful wispy branches. “It was so sad. It made my stomach hurt—-I wanted to cry. I couldn’t.”
Death by Chocolate Cake
I opened my eyes to the golden light of the Saturday morning sun streaming through the cracks in the curtains. I rolled over in bed and placed my arm across the space where she used to lay, but all I found was empty. The tears flooded down, and I couldn't stop them. I shoved my face violently into the mushy pillow to release a mix of muffled cries and screams. It had been three weeks since the funeral, three weeks of waking and waiting, but she wasn’t coming back.