Listen. Don't expect Shakespeare here. Chad is an idiot and it's very difficult to write chapters for someone who doesn't have more than ten thoughts a day. And this ain't getting wrapped up in three days, unfortunately, because I opened up about forty-five cans of worms and haven't addressed half of them. Chad followed the … Continue reading something chapter 24-27 (?)
Tiffany sucked her thumb as she watched Vanessa freefall down the center of the stairwell. When she was certain Vanessa wasn't moving, she wiped her mouth, further smearing her red lipstick around, and went back out into the hall to grab one of the luggage bags. She returned to the stairs and descended, dragging the … Continue reading Chapter 22/23 Something: Drive
Spent my usual writing time this evening caring for a friend who took a bad spill... Life imitates art! No ER though thankfully.
Natalie peeked with one eye into the hospital room. There in the railed bed, covered with a thin blue blanket and surrounded by a jungle of tubes and wires and inscrutable monitors encased in beige, lay Vanessa. Her neck was fitted with a hard plastic cervical collar and the back of her hand bore the … Continue reading chapter 20 something: visitation
Chad burst into the room where Mikhail and the chick were (thank God) only talking. The chick begged “Can I please come?” obviously because she wanted to get him alone, the same way she had been pestering him since she got there. “Do you even know who she is?” he asked. The chick claimed she … Continue reading chapter something 19: hurry up
Natalie sat on the edge of the bed and covered her burning face with her fingers. “This is so crazy. I never expected this.” Mikhail remained standing in front of her with his arms crossed, appearing mainly engaged with the carpet. But what most people regarded as a face without any meaningful expression, Natalie could … Continue reading chapter 18 something: reconnecting
Vanessa dragged Tiffany by the hand through the lobby into the front vestibule, leaving Chad and Brad alone. She threw her wrist away and stood back. “How could you do this to me? He’s my ex-boyfriend. How dare you flaunt him in my face—” Tiffany put her sunglasses back on. “How could I know he … Continue reading chapter 17 something: downward spiral
Chad downed his bottle and left it on the gym machine. There was an easy way to fix the situation. He called up his girlfriend who said she’d be over in a little while. She hadn’t seen the place yet and this would be the perfect time to impress her by kicking the guy out … Continue reading chapter 16 something: memories
I am not a bad girl. I missed a day because I typed this on another computer away from home and forgot to upload it last night before I left. Doing the best I can out here. This is draft zero, y'all. There's no hard-drive harvesting going on. Three days on the job as a … Continue reading chapter 14, something, 15, something: another reunion
After Tiffany left, Vanessa was silent. She rifled through her own things without paying attention and reflected on Tiffany’s cryptic statement about saying hi to Chad. Tiffany was in boarding school when she was dating him, so she never really saw him. Why would she say bring him up? There was no telling when she’d … Continue reading chapter 13, something: the sleuth
Mouse cage in one hand, handle of her wheelie bag in the other, Natalie arrived at the door to the building. She took a deep breath, tucked her hair behind her ear, and went in. At the desk, she informed the guard that she was the new tenant of 7B and could she please have … Continue reading something 12: surprise
It’s never easy the first night you sleep in a new place. The dust that irritates your throat, the smells that ache your head, the lights and shadows that terrify you. It’s especially not easy sleeping in a dumpster fire such as the one Chad found himself in. But Chad was an adaptable guy. By … Continue reading chapter 11 something something.. A reunion of sorts
The morning after he found the advertisement, Mikhail realized in the pale light of day that paying rent would entail obtaining a job. He only had a day or two left at his current place before the sheriff showed up. He went downtown where shops and restaurants lined the avenue. He discovered that the places … Continue reading chapter 10 something: all in a day’s work.
Tiffany, in her now iconic red convertible, swung into the circular driveway in front of her house and parked. She pushed her Wayfarers up on her head and pulled off her gloves. There was another car parked further down the driveway with a “Go Warthogs!” bumper sticker. She smiled. This was going to be a … Continue reading Chapter 9. Stairway to conflict.
Gram leaned heavily on the handle of the shopping cart, her pocketbook and oxygen tank in the child seat. Natalie and her mother flanked her as the three of them meandered through the local discount home good store to shop for Natalie’s new place. Her parents had been caught off guard by her sudden announcement … Continue reading ch 8 something: packing up is hard to do