If there was ever such a thing I could show you, I would begin with the wind swirling your hair around through the car window on a hot summer day. The steam as it floats above the shower curtain embracing your every curve. I would show you the glow of your skin when you hold… Continue reading Atoms
The man of my dreams is a married man. A man who created a life with another woman as I sat idly by knowing full well that I was better suited. Within the first year of their marriage they decided to have a baby. Hailey is now 4 years old. Beautiful, thriving, and as goofy… Continue reading My Dream Man
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.