Tag: Drugs

Sixty-seven minutes and two seconds ago I was standing at the back of a show.

She invited me in for tea.

I don’t even drink tea.It’s the middle of August and the cup is burning my hand.There’s sugar stuck on the rim of the mug.I want to run my feet on the carpet.Who buys wicker furniture?Does she pay rent or her parents?”You have an awesome place.”I bet she doesn’t even touch that guitar.I would kill for a cigarette.Sixty-nine minutes and twenty-two seconds.I wonder what kind of wood that is.I wonder if her dad molested her as a kid.I wonder what Jimmy is doing from middle school.I fucking hate this song.”Yeah, I really like the imagery from the lyrics.”I can hear Mr. Orange tell Mr. White he’s a cop.Bangbangbang.The triangle is the strongest geometric shape.Where am I again?Where are the coasters?Why do I care?I’ve listened to this chick drone on and on aboutashittybandIdon’tcareaboutusingvapidwordslike”rad”and”stellar”.I’vebeenhereforseventy-sevenminutesandthirty-fivesecondswhatdopeoplethinkaboutbeforethey—

Oh.

I had been staring at her lips this whole time.

She must have thought I wanted to kiss her.

The thought never even crossed my mind.

I can hear my heart pump blood.

I sank my teeth into her bottom lip. Read more »

Smoke lifted into the air, incense burned on the coffee table. The slender girl sitting on the leather couch sipped her chai tea, running her hands through her emerald colored dyed hair. She shook just a little, anxiety ran through her body. When is she going to be here? When was the last time she got to see her, the girl with the short black hair and the piercings.. she missed the soft touch of her hands, she missed the whispering in her ear..the wildy sweet words her black painted lips escaped into her heart. Emerald hair Claire sat in silence, the incense fleeted from the sticks and waifed to her nose, the calming scent stopped some of the shaking..she sat there, contemplating.. She got up and strode to the kitchen, the black and white colors of her walls and floor calmed her, the contrast blended well. Sabrina came up to her, purring and rubbed against her leg, the black cat lookd up and Claire smiled , bending down to pet her. 'Brina always made her feel good, no hurt, no detachment…a tear went down her cheek, but she shook her head and wiped it off. Her anxiety still lingered, the headache far from fleeting. She went to the cabinet. Sabrina went to the living room. The blue cabinet held the medications the doctor gave her two months ago…the valium..the oxycontin. When she looked at it she got a flash of anxiety.. the accident..the fracture.. she held her hand up, the scar even still more prominent then before. She got the bottles out..twisted the lids off.. she took one of each… she walked back through the kitchen to the couch, and laid down.. this will all go away soon she thought to herself. soon the pain will go away. she closed her eyes and laid there for awhile, but Sabrina jumped on her lap, something she was glad enough to oblige. Read more »

Here is an excerpt from my ebook Punished By Mrs. Claus.

The full version can be downloaded for free from my new website.

Enjoy!

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Despite his praise, Jack didn't take another bite of the cookie that Mrs. Claus had given him. "So what was it you said I was? The naughtiest boy in the world?"

"That's right," Mrs. Claus said. "When Santa makes his list and checks it twice, he picks out one person in particular on the second check. That person has been naughtier than anyone else in the world."

"But what is it I'm supposed to have done, exactly?"

"Santa might have sent a note along with you. Check your pockets."

Jack looked confused again, and Mrs. Claus realized there wasn't exactly any room for pockets in the outfit the boy had on. "Your shoes, maybe."

Jack took off one shoe. Finding nothing, he gave Mrs. Claus a dubious look. "The other, then," Mrs. Claus said. A yellowed scrap of parchment paper fell out, and Mrs. Claus picked it up. As she had expected, it contained a brief note in Santa's familiar script. Read more »