Unexpected
He chose her. I poured out my soul out to him, and he said he would think about. But, today, his relationship status on Facebook changed to taken. He chose her. He took my heart and presented it her as if it was his own. He took my love and ran with it. This is what I get for being with a married man. It doesn't matter how I play my cards, it always ends with me losing. Now, it isn't just me he screwed over either. The test came back positive. The family I had dreamed of giving my child has been splintered. Well, I am enough. I am worth more than he could ever give me. I'll just have to prepare for the questions and sugarcoat that sometimes life isn't what you expected.
Uber
My name's Derek, and I needed to express this tale of mine.
Being a college student isn't all fun and games. My books and rent cost me so much that life was beginning to get shit. I'd stopped with the drinking and partying two weeks before and I'd started driving people to and from their destinations for a bit of extra cash.
The uber app was great and I hadn't had any real problems with anybody yet.
It was about my 7th fare that made a real memory with me. I was called to collect a girl by the name of Emily from a bar called Saints. It wasn't far for me to go, and it wasn't far to get to where she wanted to go. There was no reason for me not to collect her.
When I got to the destination, it was obvious the girl was drunk. I was ready to continue on and act as though I hadn't seen her, but something held me back and I waited for her to climb in while mentally thinking about handing over more money for a cleaning bill.
She slipped into the car with a smile on her face, and asked if we could drive around for ten minutes with the windows open. Her voice was angelic and soft. Her words polite.
I did as she asked and prepared myself for an onslaught of sickness. It didn't happen. She gently slid her hand out of the window and did that airplane thing, allowing the cool air to brush against her skin.
"Have you ever thought about dying?" She asked. I answered her truthfully. Drunk people talk about alsorts of stuff. Some things depressing, some things strange.
"Sure I have." I said.
"I have cancer." She said. Again with a smile. "Chemo isn't going to work anymore. It's too late. So I'm dying. But it's OK."
My heart thumped in my chest and I didn't have a response that could help her. How would I help her?
"I went out with the girls from work tonight. They threw me a going away party." Her hand continued to fly through the night air as she raised it then lowered it. "I told them I was going to be taking a position with a place abroad.
Just never told them that place was heaven."
My heart broke.
I took her home and tried to refuse her money. She wouldn't have it. She still smiled.
I cried all the way home.
Teenage Girlhood
Being a teenage girl is like
Playing punk rock on a grand piano
With your
Damaged hair (bleach on your head bleach on your clothes bleach in your gut) and red lipstick,
Complementing the glitter in your bloodstream
Like the desire in your aching heart,
Like the lights you don’t stop for,
Like the cigarettes you treat like sticks of bubblegum
(As if hoarding the aftertaste of smoke in your lungs will bring back
Your virginity,
Your hair,
Your sanity)
Then wonder why you can’t breathe
(They misinterpret
Your carelessness,
Your mental health,
Your relationship status
Your way of life
As a political statement)
One Last Time
didn't you hear,
understand,
while we knelt,
fear pressed,
like fingertips,
into the curves of our spines,
with,
your hands reflected in our eyes.
the room remained silent
as we begged,
screamed,
with our minds numb,
looking through empty eyes to see
cracks in the mirror
contorting the picture (once perfect)
of you to reveal a
twisted,
wicked,
thing.
our fate.
didn't you see us
hands intertwined.
my warmth against her's,
a barrier of ice.
didn't you realise,
as they approached your door,
as you sat there, sipping your tea
in victory.
i have defied you.
one.
last.
time.
Smile when you write, it will only confirm to everyone else you’re crazy
Anyone who thinks that writing is easy has never really sat down and written a story. Sometimes, like most, when I get in a bit of a funk I find quotes from other writers to cheer me up.
We're all in a club, we writers, with one thing in common. We're all crazy in love with writing, which drives us crazy.
I found this quote from Dorothy Parker who lived in the first half of the twentieth century. Every time I read this quote I laugh, because it says it all about our obsession with writing.
"If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second greatest favor you can do them is to present them with copies of THE ELEMENTS OF STYLE. The first greatest favor of course, is to shoot them now while they are still happy."
Dorothy Parker
How You Become Gay
You get really jealous when your best friend spends too much time with her boyfriend at 12.
You jokingly call Buffy the Vampire Slayer hot at 13.
Someone explains the concept of platonic girl crushes at 14.
A girl sits in your lap in class one day and you like it too much at 15.
You try making out with every guy you can get your hands on at 16.
You prove you're not a pussy by kissing a girl on a dare at a party at 17.
You drunkenly experiment [cheat on your boyfriend] with your best friend first semester of college at 18.
So you admit you're bi at 19.
You remember how your mom was so happy you weren't boy crazy like all the other girls at 11.
And how you kept watching the third Harry Potter because Emma Watson's boobs looked so good on the cover at 10.
And that you've been wearing cargo shorts and flannels since you were 9.
And you started wearing boxers at 8.
And you wanted to be a boy at 7.
And your parents learned to ask for the Hot Wheels and not the Polly Pocket in your Happy Meals by age 6.
And you remember crying because you were different from all the other girls but didn't know how or why at 5.
And that's as far back as your memory goes so you decide you either turned gay at 4 or you were born this way.
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