Passion

Mature readers only, I guess.

The night was still young, calling for anything that her and I desired at the time. Me, all I could think of was how she’d look with her clothes off. I wanted her in the worst way, but those thoughts and desires could’ve been brought about from the few alcoholic beverages I’d consumed during our lengthy conversation.

I didn’t know how intoxicated I was until standing, staggering out of the sports bar, down a dark and misty road that I was unfamiliar with. It could’ve due to the drinks complicating my vision and making the neighborhood look like something out of an old noir film. I didn’t care as much, believing it would all end with me and her in bed: the lady in red.

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TO INDIGO, FROM HELL (Apology Letter)

“This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.“

– @CynicalMinister

APOLOGY LETTER FROM HELL

Her name was Indigo, and I broke her heart.

It all started six years ago in a convenient store on the corner of my block, where I worked part time, stocking shelves and taking out the trash. She was a cashier, and perhaps the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen before in my life. I know that sounds cliche but it’s true.

We’d often go to a fancy restaurant out of town to spend time together. Two spoons to share a peanut butter ice cream dessert before we end the night… Good times.

Things were so much better when we didn’t live together. Being under one roof and sleeping in the same bed every night was to much time together for me. I just think everyone needs time apart to miss someone.

The relationship lasted for four years, and there was no doubt in my mind that I loved her, but for some odd reason, I just couldn’t bring myself to propose to her. She wanted it more than I did, and though it seemed as if we were already married, something in me could not make it official. I never took that step forward. Instead,

ACTS OF INFIDELITY (Male and Female POV)

I was searching through my computer for old stuff i’d written earlier this year, and this is one of them. Just a story about cheating spouses and how they do what they do. I tried to write both A man and woman’s reason and strategy for their cheating ways Enjoy.

ACTS OF INFIDELITY

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       Wedding bands representing two different marriages. They both sat on ice, literally, in the ice bucket near the coffee machine and complimentary hygienic essentials. Playing on the television was a recap of the presidential election, which served as background noise to drown out the moaning from both myself and the woman seated on top of me.

My cell phone began to vibrate, scattering across the end table until falling to the floor. I could care less, It took me three long months to get my co-worker in bed, and nothing was important enough to ruin the moment. She felt the same way, turning her phone completely off. We both had our stories well prepared. Believable, as we spent an entire week constructing it to be one-hundred-percent foolproof, just as long as we could remember every bit of detail if needed to be explained again. It was laid out so well that we mentally fooled ourselves into believing it.

I hate to do this, and I know she feels the same way, but our personal lives are about as important as our careers, as our affair could damage pretty much everything we have in our separate lives. She was married with two children a beautiful home, and on her way to being promoted. To come out and speak of our affair would tear her family apart, along with the joint bank accounts and financial plans set between the two for their children’s future college tuitions. She didn’t want to go through the troubles of custody, child support and visitation rights, so it was best that our little sexcapades be kept secret.

My marriage died long ago, yet I still wore the ring and kissed my wife on the forehead and spooned every night while laying in bed with her. I’d become an expert at faking love, that every bit of our marriage had become an act. Sure, she still felt the same for me as she did when saying our marriage vows, but I could never look her in the eyes and tell her that I’d fallen out of love with her. I didn’t have a good enough reason. It could’ve been her weight gain, or the fact that she can’t give birth, no matter how many times we’ve tried. I just didn’t love her anymore, and I was a coward for not telling her when I first felt it.

Yet still, I went through every day as if everything was fine between us. One would never know how unsatisfied I was with my wife. Upon observation of our home and relationship, you’d think we were a normal happily married couple. That’s how good I became at hiding shit.

ADAM THE SURGEON

As you can see below, I come up with some weird stuff late at night. lol. Do enjoy!

ADAM: THE SURGEON

     A slightly frustrated bloke stood over an operating table observing his work with doubt plaguing his optimist mind. A pair of surgical tools crash to the marble floor as the handsome male approached the sink, washing his hands of the situation, at least for now.

Minutes later, he carefully traveled through the jungle land,  fully-loaded weapon in hand, in search of god knows what. He knew the environment as he did the lines that ran across his palms. He ruled the jungles with concealed traps to catch the wild creatures that roam in search of prey — prey in the form of a human, or anything easy enough to catch.

BAD ROMANCE (Short Story Compilation)

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)

1. Promise

2. Men’s Intuition

3. Home

4. Sex Life

5. Sexaholics Anonymous

6. Triangle Love Story

7. My Other Lover

8. Cherish

9. Seed of Suspicion

10. The Turning Point

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TRIANGLE LOVE STORY

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.