I had a long discussion with a friend about my free-writing entries where i tell stories of corrupt or failed relationships. I was told that i write these stories as if I lived through them, and that I should try to compile them and present the work in the form of a book. It sounded like a good idea, but I have so many unfinished projects that needs my attention more. so then, being as though these pieces of work had already been posted, I compiled the links of the stories and present to you, the “BAD ROMANCE” collection. Do enjoy.
BAD ROMANCE (Short Story Compilation)
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This is what comes from my brain when i don’t get enough sleep. lol.
Triangle Love Story
One of the biggest issues my wife and I had was with communication. After six years of being married, i could now look in her eyes and know that there was something going on in her head that she did not feel comfortable talking about. Other than that, i always felt as if there was no problem, and everything between us was fine. That is until I found and read through her diary.
There are times in a marriage when a man should question if he truly knows his wife. I didn’t know her until i found the book, hidden under our mattress, on her side of the bed. When reading through it, I realized, not only had I not been so attentive to her lately, but i had become comfortable with her being in my life, that we no longer did things that were entertaining for us. We both just became accustomed to going to work, coming home, chit-chatting and going to bed. This was our daily routine, but I guess I was the only one that was comfortable with living that way. I didn’t know that it bothered her, but then again, it’s been years since my wife and I really sat down and had a long deep conversation. Now that i think of it, We hadn’t gone out and had fun in three long years. She also vents about that on the pages in her diary. Just as I began to feel sorry for how bad I’ve neglected and ignored my wife, I then found out about Glenn. Continue Reading
It was the best sex she and i ever had, she said so herself, and i agreed. It was different than the same old boring sex that we’d have once a month for two to five minutes. She lit a cigarette and sat up against the bed’s headboard, completely satisfied with our long, rough session. I remained laying in bed, collecting my thoughts and coming back down to reality. I slowly began to realize that we were not in a cheap motel room, but our townhouse master bedroom instead. There was no flashing red light, as i thought when we were in the middle of having sex, but darkness, and light from the outside street lamps that pierced through the window blind openings. I turned over on my side and realized i was having sex with my wife, then i thought to myself, “Maybe if i continued to imagine my wife as my mistress, we’d have a much better sex life”.
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This entry was typed up last night, out of insomnia and boredom. Not the best, but it’s freestyle, so it’s all good. Do enjoy.
The late night grew cold and misty as the full moon hung over a quiet and lonesome road, in the middle of nowhere. Parked on the side of the road was an old, dirt covered Sports Utility Vehicle with the driver’s door open, keys hanging from the ignition, and the fog lights illuminating the surrounding area. Further ahead stood a tall, middle-aged man in a wrinkled blazer, worn out jeans and a pair of rugged worker boots. His face was dry and unshaven as his short shaggy hair looked as if it had not been combed in days. The hiker continued forward after standing still to observe the quiet fields surrounding him. Suddenly, he heard a disturbance in the corn fields nearby, causing him to stand still, his hands extended in front of him, as if he were set to dash back toward his vehicle.