Good to See You Again, You Lying Bastard.

Ten million people in New York City-- and I can't escape the one that reminded me why I wanted to disappear. "Molly," I say after knocking on her door, "Why is Luke Hollaway coming here? He's an actor, not a writer." She cracks a chesire smile grin. "Shut the door, please." Oh no. The door …

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Private Lessons

I’ve just walked into a conversation I’m not meant to hear. “I’m considering coming back for my Master’s. I could work under you.” Through the glass panel of his office door, I see Charles facing a young brunette, the one eager for advanced education. I worry that she’s prettier than me.                 I knock loudly.                His …

Did You Miss Me?

It was 5:01 PM when she pulled the fresh baked bread out of the oven. The familiar clomp of handmade Italian leather shoes echoed on the wooden steps outside. "Millie? Is that you?" The voice was accompanied by plastic bags rustling. "Hi, James. I'm about to start making dinner. What would you like?" She gave …

Pony in NYC

There is a bow in my hair. I hate bows. I trod my hooves into the tough ground. Don’t ask me why some schmuck put a pony in central park. I can hear you thinking—horses know what Central Park is? First off—I’m a pony, a miniature horse if you will (those full grown horses merrily …

Hunger

Have you ever hungered for human touch? Felt like you were starving without it? To me, there are two kinds of touches. A friendly touch. Where a hug can make you feel better and can bring a smile to your face. Then, a needing touch. When their fingers press into your skin, and all you can …

Birthday Surprise ;)

12:02 AM. I glance at my phone in the midst of writhing bodies drenched in highlighter paint. Welcome to a Skidmore rave. We had arrived at 11:15, and already, my body was dragging with fatigue. I had pulled an all-nighter the previous night (stayed up til 7:15 AM) and had slept until three. Unfortunately my …