I used to believe that love was supposed to make you feel crazy. The feeling of your palms sweating, heart racing, giddy childlike joy. I have experienced that love. That love that keeps you awake, tossing and turning in angst waiting to feel his fingertips trace your shoulder just one more time. That love, its… Continue reading Breathless
The feelings blew through that tiny town she harbored in her head like a category 5 hurricane coming in from the gulf. Too warm, too fast; she puked at the thought of what was brewing in her midst. Every precautionary measure she could muster up she threw in his direction; still the love came swirling… Continue reading Perfect Storm
”As the world moved forward, I stood in great darkness. Frozen, broken, our lives shattered into pieces, I knew it was real. You were gone. Your death changed me, it took a piece of me with you.” My name is Kaley Berry, today I share with you a story of life and an artifact I… Continue reading Jeremiah Edward Bigsby Jones
I can hear the silence, its echoing through my bones, down to my aching heart. “How do you lie to someone you say you love? I mean how do you look at someone you love with tears streaming down their face, crying over the truth, how do you tell them more lies?” I wiped my… Continue reading An excerpt from a book I’ll never publish
Ice crusted over the window she was staring out of, into the deep white abyss of winter. The fire crackled behind me as I shifted, she muffled a sniffle with her blanket pressed to her nose. “There’s too much blank, too much open blankness in winter like this. Stuck inside the warmth, all you have… Continue reading Excerpts from a book I’ll never write.
You remember those days before you had too much to worry about, too many people counting on you. When the booze flowed, the showers were scarce, and laughter about bad decisions filled the air. You craved more, more than your average job waiting tables to pay your bills and booze in the freezer for the… Continue reading More.
One day when you’re on your hands and knees scrubbing floors, you’ll notice every little scratch, every scuff mark, every drop of sticky unknown substances. Look at everyone around you, and I promise you, no one else will even see them. They’ll brush it off, swear they weren’t the ones to spill anything, they swear… Continue reading One day..