is it better in three parts

He covers his face with his hand while masturbating because he is ashamed of what he is getting off on.



[cont'd Pt II]

How do you know?

I am his sister. I see it all. I know everything.



[cont'd Pt III]

So what is he thinking about?

Me.

six word story

A pillow that smells like you

Choose your own misadventure redux

Him: if i can't have you, no one else will, i swear.

Her: fuck you. I will fuck every pimply schoolboy, every slimy club playboy, every sweaty truck driver who makes a pass at me, just to spite you. I will suck them dry, let them have every inch of me. See what you think of that.

Him: you wouldn't dare (he is already crying).

Her: [fill in the blanks]



A. You would't dare kill me.
B. I will let them have me in ways you never did.
C. My body. . . is a weapon. You might as well die by it.
D. _________________________

a story in the space of a status update VIII

i swallowed your sperm and you ignored my calls; now you call and want me to say how are you?

a story in the space of a status update VII

the tabloids said he could have any girl he wanted, but in the space between each note he plucked on his guitar echoed the pain of knowing he could never have her.

a story in the space of a status update VI

after thirty days, you get so used to your living conditions you forget how you lived your life previously. but it has been more than thirty upon thirty upon thirty days, and i can't forget her or get used to the hole she has left in me.

a story in the space of a status update V

I'll never eat your shit again.

a story in the space of a status update IV

as you grow more beautiful, also further away from me.

a story in the space of a status update III

"For a friendly person, you're pretty lonely."

a story in the space of a status update II

I will bring you back, so that I can kill you again.

a story in the space of a status update I

So what if I fucked my daddy?

paradise kiss

It was in the middle of a public place, a mall or a square, a piazza. Someplace where you might have space to be surrounded by people and space for them not to care about you.

It starts in the moment, or i can't remember the beginning of the dream. We are kissing, you and i, standing in the middle of the square, deeply kissing and it was the most exciting moment of my life.

your hair is short. i didn't know your hair was short. i love that it is short. you are wearing a short skirt. i love that too.

you wipe the front of my teeth with your tongue. it sends shivers down my spine. i do the same. you wear braces. I never knew you wore braces. it's ok. i like braces.

my hands wrap around your body. you don't feel familiar. this is the part which makes the dream real. I don't know what you should feel like. if this is a dream, this should feel familiar, like the caress of a previous lover, played back to fill the urgent void of my desire to have you. to fill the void of knowing you. but it is not familiar; your body is not familiar, your kiss is not familiar.

please, let this be you.

i want you so bad i know it even in my dream. i hold on tightly as if you will disappear at any moment. i hold on, and intensify the kiss. you kiss me back with that same intensity. the pressure builds, as if you are trying to draw me into you. and i do the same. i taste blood in your mouth, on your teeth. i am so thrilled, i want to draw the very essence of you into me. i am so happy, to know i am not the only one whose gums are weak.

i feel every soft touch of your lips as our kiss breaks and we are breathless, still faintly brushing lips. you look at me.

are we going to go somewhere, you say.

yes, i say, trying to hide my gasps of joy and breathlessness.

lead me, you say, taking my hand to start walking.

this is when i wake up. this is when i can feel your body pressed against mine, your lips on mine, my arms around you, your braced kiss. this is when i realise i recognise nothing in the dream from my past. this is when i want to crawl back into the dream world and hold you and be with you and never fucking come back.

this is when the world empties out for me.

i never dream of you

but tonight i did. We kissed on a booth-like couch downstairs, hotter to point where you only wore your short shorts. i worshipped your body, kissing, caressing. i wanted to get inside. your mom will hear, you said. she's watching tv, it's so loud she won't hear a thing, i said. don't worry.

you pushed me away gently. you snapped on an uncharacteristically lacy bra, hooking it in front. later, you said with a smile, unfurling your t shirt to put it on. but i was not smiling. i know the word later. later means no.