Samia and I Go For Lunch_Merry Christmas Indeed_Imaginary Boyfriend_Excalibur
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Samia and I Go For Lunch
“I like her shirt!” Oh shut up Samia, why no substance? Fuck a shirt. Look at me like I’m a real person beside you cause I’m a real person beside you. Sigh, I wanna say to the penny, on the counter, that I’m jealous. I wanna say Samia take another sip of coffee! We both know there’s nothing even left in that mug you phony baloney! Blameless is the penny. I bet the penny’s never had a deadline creep up on him like the slimy hand of a great uncle at his mother’s wake. Never had to reflect on his behavior at lunch. Never had to channel the devil when the water bill arrived. I am hewww.onedoor.ccre though, Sam...
Merry Christmas Indeed
TW: this story contains substance abuse, physical violence, and suicide."Merry Christmas!" they always say with those festive, carefree smiles. It's like they don't realize that sometimes a mommy runs away on Christmas day because Daddy came home drunk on Christmas Eve and beat her so bad she was too scared to stay. And then the next year you hear him crying and saying Mommy's name over and over while he sits in his worn out recliner and stares out the window. And then you wake up Christmas morning to a loud bang, and you run into the living room to find Daddy on the floor lying in a pool of h...
Imaginary Boyfriend
My first boyfriend was George Harrison. It was 1963、 He was 20, handsome, talented, smart, and perfect for me in every way. I was only 11, and we lived on different continents, so he was an Imaginary Boyfriend, but I had a great imagination. I loved George for three years before the boys my age stopped being dorks and losers and I began to consider the benefits of getting a Real Boyfriend.But at 11, George was perfect for me. He loved me for who I really was, and he always asked me how I was feeling and really listened to my answers. When I was mad at someone for being a jerk, George always sy...
Excalibur
I’m not like most people. I accepted that a long time ago. To be honest, I hate that label, anyway. What does it even mean? Everyone has their burdens to bear, right? We all have those little things that come so easily to other people but drive us insane. For some people, that’s dating and the hot flush that scrambles their brains every time they even think about talking to someone they like. For others, it’s reading or writing and how the words swim across the page, turning what should be a simple task into a nightmare. For me, it’s the outdoors.Don’t get me wrong; I like being outside. I li...