What makes you feel safe?When I was living in Mississippi, I always felt safe. Daddy had a way of making the most frightening things seem like nothing, and even when the weather was horrible and I was afraid of the hurricanes, I could crawl back into my parents’ bed and stay there, knowing that I was safe. Looking back it was absurd to think that ( Read more... )

HeartbreakHe’d walked away this time, and somehow she wondered if it did serve her right. It had been Stacy to leave before and now Greg was the one that had closed the door to her office, solidifying the decision she had no choice in whatsoever ( Read more... )

"Everything's fine today, that is our illusion." --VoltaireThe bed was as warm as she remembered and when the phone rang nearby Stacy bit down a curse. Rolling onto her stomach she buried her face in the pillows and felt a smile curve at her lips as House brushed soft lips and coarse stubble over her spine ( Read more... )

"I'm only telling this story once, and once only..."Once and once only, or maybe not at all. Reminiscing is too much on some days and never enough when I’d want it to be more. I could tell anyone that was willing to listen about just the way we met and how horrible that first date actually was. He had little to no regard for how a date was supposed ( Read more... )

"Something of vengence I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: its after-flavor, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned." - Charlotte BronteI didn’t think he’d want to hurt me. Of course I knew he’d be angry, because being angry was the easy part. It was easier to ( Read more... )

It was the third hotel, but she didn’t know how many more there would be to come. Why she moved so much she didn’t know, but getting further and further away was the only idea she could think of. There were only a few suitcases since most of her things were still at his apartment, but she could make do with this for now. Besides, moving on and past ( Read more... )

What if..?What if? What if I hadn’t left, hadn’t decided I couldn’t live my life with unnecessary guilt? If I’d chosen between myself and him, but instead chosen him and stayed, regardless of the suffering? Would it have been worth it, been different? What would my life have been like if it would still have been with him ( Read more... )

I'd go back to the first time we met. No, I'm being honest. If I had that sort of a chance I'd go back to the start of our relationship and savor it all over again. It was special, even if the first date was absolutely horrible ( Read more... )

#003 - Aerodynamically the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn't know it, so it goes on flying anyway. --Mary Kay Ash.I had thought that when I left home, it was time for a fresh start. When I walked away from my childhood I wanted to begin anew, start something different and do something I'd never dared to before. It wasn ( Read more... )

ChristmasIt wasn’t Mississippi but it was still Christmas. Christmas was something that came whether the world was ready for it or not, a precious and quiet holiday that demanded peaceful attention and togetherness. Christmas in Mississippi meant sweet tea, warm cocoa, the constant scent of things baking by means of grandmother’s secret recipes and ( Read more... )