Scrapper
They call me Scrapper. It’s not a fancy name like Katherine or Angelina. But it’s a name I have been stuck with for quite some time and it fits my long, pasty white legs, my wild hair and my crazy...
View ArticleThe drive
She soaked in the smooth movement of the car and drank in the cool air blasting from the air-conditioning. In a rare moment, she was all alone, memories of similar alone time spent driving, but without...
View ArticleFleeting
Low moans echoed off the walls, bouncing around like a bouncy ball gone mad. She swayed back and forth, breathing and moaning. When the older woman entered the room her bright, sunny disposition was in...
View ArticleFive minutes of fame
My head is rolling around the backseat of my beautiful cherry red sports car like an unwanted basketball deposited by an uncaring teenager. My body remains in the front seat trembling in shock. I don’t...
View ArticleCat Lady
The woman gathers her pile of coupons and shoves them at the cashier. The cashier glances at the conveyor belt filled with various kinds of cat food and collects the coupons into a neat pile. “Wow. You...
View ArticleQueen
“But I LOVE being queen!” she said. Her broken, but glued-back-together plastic crown sat sideways on her little head. Her mother removed her cape, which was nothing more than an old tattered towel. “I...
View ArticleMirror, mirror
There is one mirror in my house. It sits in the long front hallway framed in gold, a reminder of what used to be. When the front door opens, the mirror glimmers in the light, casting a happy glow...
View ArticleBlack
She dried off, then wrapped herself in the soft cotton towel. She stared at herself in the mirror, mascara and eyeliner encircling her bloodshot eyes. Glancing at the clock, she counted up the minutes...
View ArticleWine
Women are notorious for their mercurial temperaments and Angela was no different. Her sudden mood swings made for some epic stories among those who could be loosely referred to as friends, though many...
View ArticleThe long walk home
She wiped snot on the bottom of her torn, silk tank top. Her face was streaked with dirt and sweat dripped down her face in the heat. She meandered along the dusty road running through possible...
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