I told him about the three day 24/7 rave I had just returned from, the $2k worth of RV damage, having to duct tape the coke mirror as a temporary replacement for the missing passenger mirror, and the driver cut and bloodied from being washed in tempered glass when the passenger window broke. “And you were the only sober one? OH. MY GOD.” Shakes his head. “You know, let me tell you something. I know you’re not going to listen […]
Categories: stories, sugar, Uncategorized
I meet a lot of people. It’s what I do as part of my living. All day, every day, I have a bunch of “first dates” with people to see if we’re on the same wavelength and would be a proper fit for one another. Half the time we are. Half of that time we hug and kiss before our two hours are up. This was one of those times. As I approached her house I saw her watering the […]
Categories: stories • Tags: blindness, cerebral palsy, garden, inspiration, short story
“The reason you’re here is because my son is going through a phase where he doesn’t know how to express his anger…well, he DOES know how to express his anger, he’s just ruining the house doing it.” She gave me a guided walking tour of all the holes in the walls and what caused them. “He was asked to brush his teeth.” “We bought him shoes with velcro straps.” “His knees were dry.” After the hole tour we reviewed her […]
Categories: stories • Tags: autism, britches, puberty, short story
“God, Maurice, don’t you ever shut up? She’s obviously trying to work and you keep on yacking.” Neither of us could see her but we heard her loud and clear. Their relationship reminded me of my parents: constant bickering with only one doing the actual bickering. It didn’t matter where she was in the house — she was listening to every word being exchanged, and my dad was the same way. You’d think you’d be having a private conversation and […]
Categories: stories • Tags: seismic retrofitting, senior citizens, short story
I knew she existed; everyone has a mother at some point. I didn’t know what she looked like or even her name. I guess that’s the type of stuff only close friends know. Several empty seats were at the table where all the good looking people were sitting. I was dressed well enough to blend in; maybe they wouldn’t say anything. I pulled out a chair, sat myself down, and became part of the crowd. Megan sat near me, moaning […]
Categories: stories • Tags: cookies, equality, gay marriage, lesbians, love, marriage, short story, whoopie pie
Last night I was in their kitchen, waiting for my phone to charge so I could go home and feel safe during the drive. I get shifty every time I leave their place and take too long to get settled in my car. They live in one of those neighborhood’s that’s not your own, so you don’t trust it. I was hungry and polite, so I said “yes” when I was offered pizza but took the smallest (square) slice in […]
Categories: stories • Tags: not stammer, Oakland, selfie, short story, stutter
It was a very typical “I’m the neighborhood” work day and I dropped in. “Just come on in,” he texted. The door was open. I did. There was no one; the house was silent. Even the four-legged doorbell was missing. A gorgeous day called for outside exploration. This was a different house. It was my uncle’s in Pico Rivera; the house we lived in for a year while they made regrettable life changes in Las Vegas. It had a front […]
Categories: slumber, stories • Tags: boner, caramel, creative writing, dreams, short story
‘”Excuse me, guys; do you mind if I sit here?’ She sat down before we could answer. Who would say no to a mini skirt and black leather jacket anyway? She knew it wouldn’t be us. “Sure, have a seat.” Female stranger was a black-haired, blonde-rooted, student? who had commanded too much alcohol to go down her throat. If anyone was giving badges that night for livers working the most overtime, her liver’s badge would’ve been accompanied by a ceremony […]
Categories: stories • Tags: alcohol, cell phone, hot drunk babes, liquor, makeup, party
Damiana, passion flower, and horny goat weed are in my body, doing to my human emotions what sex does. I can taste the reward and am savoring every sip. There’s no choice but to savor; it’s so thick. The ingredients equal sex. These beautiful. strange, and intoxicating ingredients are in West Hollywood in an $18.95 smoothie called “Ecstasy.” Where are the cameras to capture me in this food play? It’s totally arranged for money making. Thin, full bosomed girl standing […]
Categories: stories • Tags: aphrodisiac, damiana, Ecstasy, horny goat weed, passion flower, Planet Raw, raw, sex, smoothie, vegan, West Hollywood
His lap was my hero. It saved me from facing exhaustion. In the folds of his worn denim I relaxed my hair. We had the whole house. There was no life except for “Amélie.” It was my first time watching it. He was curious about my scalp and hair, exploring them with his fingers and palms. My eyes closed. I was relaxed. I remember being touched like that a long time ago – during the part of my life as […]
Categories: secrets, stories • Tags: Amélie, Bedroom, chaise lounge, Halloween
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