Short Stories & the Like

Cold Revenge

I tapped my nails impatiently on the table. I had expected him to arrive faster. I glanced to one side of the table and met his mother's brown eyes. Such a shame he didn't inherit them. The heartache might not have been as bad. But there's just something about blue eyes. I turned to the… Continue reading Cold Revenge

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Short Stories & the Like

Hurt

When I'm hurt heartbroken, hell really hath no fury like a woman scorned. I'm passive aggressive like it's an Olympic sport. I have so many saved heartbreak quotes that I can toss one out at a moment's notice. I will share every single sad song lyric like a DJ spinning tracks at a club. I… Continue reading Hurt