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We shouldn’t have met,is what I am thinking nowand I know it’s not what you would ever want to hear, and it’s not something I ever thought I would honestly say, butI’m starting to think it’s true.I thought I was meant for you.I thought you were meant for me andthat we would have a long roadlaid...

When the people hear our storythey might only get one side.They might only hear what I say,which for a while will probablynot be anything nice. They will not blame me.When I go before the prosecutorI will answer them truthfully:“Yes, he told me he loved me every day.”“Yes, he told me he would never leave me.”“No, I...

I woke up at 5:30 this morning, which I try to do every day that I work my day job. See how I said “work my day job”? Maybe if I keep telling myself it’s just my day job, I will once again be able to tell people with confidence that I am a writer. A...

I am never going to do this again, I chant to myself as I try to block out thoughts of what might have been. I am never again letting him convince me that “this time it will be different” because it’s never different, nothing ever changes, not even the words he says and the things he...

“Look here, it’s a relic from the Last Times,” the puppet said, holding out the object in its jointed, jangly hand. “Well, what is it? What does it do?” “It doesn’t matter because I don’t know,” the puppet said, pulling its hand away, “And there’s no one left to tell us.” This was written in response...