"I missed moments like this the most. He and I would just stay outside all night, looking up at the stars and talking about anything and nothing at all."

"The sight alone made me think about when we were in high school and he worked in his uncle’s garage during the summers. Every day he worked, I sat off to the side on the hood of another car, watching as he tinkered and fixed every car that came in."

from one of my many unfinished projects. ______ December 1988 : Sitting on the back deck her husband had built with his own hands, in his favorite chair, Norma Dunn sighed deeply as memories of their life together replayed in her mind. A gentle breeze flowed around her, blowing strands of her long black hair just enough for it to rest around her sad, brown eyes until she finally found the energy to push them back behind her ear with her free hand.

"The changes creeped in slowly, shit she could play off with ease, shit she could say oh, he’s just a little jealous that’s all and the shit was actually cute."

At a fabric shop in town, Genevieve Batiste looked around sparingly as she tried to find the fabrics she wanted for a much lower price. Her search seemed hopeless. Holding on to the pendant she wore, she kissed at it for better luck. “Afternoon, Genny.” Stopping just as she was about to walk down the second of three aisles, she made a half turn and came face to face with light eyes.

Hey! dropping in to drop off a short story! I titled this as a snippet because typically with my short stories I don't feel a need to write more once I finish, but this one introduces a character that I feel needs her own full story. I've had the title The Long Hot Summer in my head for a while, and the idea of a story set in the 1940s in my head for a while.

Kayla stared closely at the paper resting loosely between her fingertips, in complete disbelief. Tears welled within the ducts of her eyes, threatening to spill as an unconcerned gaze fell upon her. Her unstead hands trembled with each word she read. What was this, and why had it crept into ruin what she intended to be the best season of her life.

Perhaps it were a last attempt at rebellion, his last attempt at being 'bad', at hurting those close to him. It used to come with such ease. Everything in his after-life came with ease before Princess Aveena of Ethiopia stormed into his life like fog and mist on All Hallows' Eve.

just a distant thought, an entity wasting space. invisible to the world, alone, lonely, an intolerable burden. - C. Joseph

Hey there, it's been a while.

Hey there, it's been a while.

ALT: a man in a leather jacket is standing next to a man in a black jacket and says `` good morning '' .

ALT: a man in a leather jacket is standing next to a man in a black jacket and says `` good morning '' .

Blaque · Blaque · Song · 1999