It’d been a while since I’d step foot in this place. It’d held so many bad memories, brought to mind all the tears I’d cried the instant my soles touched the tile. Brought an aching to my heart that I could hardly explain to anyone once I’d manage to free myself of it’s hold. WithContinue reading “Memory Lane by YoLana Crocket”
Well, I thought that by now I’d be writing again, and overjoyed and filled with excitement for all of the wonderful things I had planned to share during my Short Story August challenge. That’s out the window. I don’t know, I just haven’t been able to get my ideas and thoughts out. If I’mContinue reading “Plans Cancelled.”
lying in the dark, at hours past midnight i feel lost, alone. afraid. try as I might, i can’t stop myself from falling prey, trapped with the demons. they’re in my head. overwhelming worries, they overpower my faith, and I stumble as tears blind me, as strength evades, chaos ensues.
A bottle a day keeps the heartache away, Or so I thought I heard someone say. Each sip reopens freshly healed wounds, drowning out good memories, clouding my mind with the pain of what will never be. Each sip leaves me clamoring for the return of a life now gone, stammering over sorrow filledContinue reading ““A Bottle A Day” by Cortney Joseph”
I don’t like to be a burden on others. And people will tell you all day long that it’s no problem, that you’re not bothering them; whatever, everybody gets tired of hearing about other peoples’ problems eventually. So, with that thought always in my mind, I keep just about everything I feel to myself. Lately,Continue reading “Going Through It.”
I said I didn’t want to write anymore. And, that feeling still holds true even though my mind and heart are wrestling over the subject (I want to quit, but can’t). Anyway, that’s not what this is about. And this isn’t some announcement that I’m back or there’ll be things to come from me. Continue reading “Too Much Pain To Hold In.”
The thought of you leaves a taste in my mouth so bitter when I dare to speak your name. Yet, sweet memories of time passed leave my confused heart aching to see you come running at my call. I wish I could hate you with all the strength I’ve been gaining to be free ofContinue reading ““3 a.m. & Heartbreak” by Cortney Joseph”
I woke from the ‘dreams’ that plagued me nightly, drenched in wetness that I could never be certain was sweat or tears. Hitched breathing became heavy panting, heaving, and I could feel my body crumbling at the realization that would forever hit like a ton of bricks. It was like clock work, a pain drivenContinue reading “Ain’t No Sunshine by Cortney Joseph #ShortStoryAugust”
I needed a miracle. I needed this amazing and blind faith my mother always spoke of to present itself before I lost my nerve and broke down even further than I’d already been dragged. I needed to believe that even now, having lived through hell on Earth, life hadn’t dealt me my worst hand yet.
“Shut the fuck up! Either get out of my house or sit your big ass down and wait until I roll up. Either way, stop talking to me. I’m not in the mood so trust and believe that it will be nothing for me to fuck you up tonight.”