The Alternatives

I’m at the point in my life where I have the perfect life. I’ve an amazing wife with two beautiful children. I can keep my family from living in poverty. I have the best job in the world. I have no complaints. I just won a few awards. Not just any awards. I won three Academy awards in one night. And I’ve only been in the game two years. I beat DiCaprio at this point. He congratulated me at the after party. It was the best night of my life. A few months later, I got a call from my agent with amazing news, “Lizzie, I just got you the best role. You alongside DiCaprio! He personally asked for you to play the leading role!” I just couldn’t believe it. Not even an hour later I was on a plane to California to meet with Leo and talk about my role in the film. I was ready to start. But that’s not what happened that night. Not at all. I pulled up to a huge white mansion, away from the city life of California. The lot was surrounded by towering mountains. The sky was sapphire, and the ...

The window was wiped clean this time, not even the stroke of the damp cloth that had skimmed its surface was visible. The light shone in through it without any bents or distortion. Just straight in like it always does. Beyond the window, the grass danced along to the rhythm of the wind. The dew on the grass made it seemed as if they naturally produced glitter, and the lake that ran alongside it, ebbed flawlessly. The fish jumped in and out of the water as if they danced along with the grass. In the distance, an owl, or maybe just a white bird, stares in through the window, I can’t really tell. As I sat down at my desk, I could feel my heart growing louder, even though, it barely moved. My thoughts were racing in my head, I could hardly contain myself. I sit here for what seems ever, yet, it ends before the fish can jump back out to dance. It all happens so quick, that I forget that it’s happened before: I walk in, take the pills, and sit down as I look out the window, the ...

Motherlovers!! I used to think getting married at a young age was like leaving the party to early.. But, the fucking party was lame to begin with. Like, I said, I thought that. And in a way I still do, but not for myself. Fucking A, right? I think that for other women. Why? Because deep down in my cold, black heart, I truly believe I found my knight in streaked armor. My best friend that is the life of the party. And everyone who has ever met him, knows that’s a fact. Even his best friend wanted to marry him. In all seriousness, I wanted to marry the same guy, just years from now, and thought, why not now? Why, wait? I’ve come to the realization that life can end at any moment, for any reason – I’ve grasped the fact that, contrary to popular belief, I am mortal and since modern technology doesn’t hurry the fuck up, I can not, in fact, transfer my consciousness into a machine. So…until then… And as that thought came in, another one came right after – funny...

You  just couldn’t wait until I left. You just fucking couldn’t. To think all this time you ran behind my back. Did you ever even love me? Did it occur to you that all this may have been real for me? Did your heart ever have room in there for me or was it all just a lie? Was I a replacement for somebody else? A feel-good fuck? Ahh! You had to bring this slut into our home! Into OUR home! Where our children sleep!. Where I cradled you in my arms when you were to weak to fight. How fucking dare you betray everything we stood for. How fucking DARE YOU!?! Everything we helped build. What am I going to tell the kids? What am I going to tell my kids? How am I going to explain this? Shit. Shit. Fuuuck! They can’t know. How are they going to understand? That I- It’s ok. I got it. I got this. It's ok. Shit. Ok. Think. I need to think. How do I get rid of two bodies? How do I fucking move them? Think, Linda, think.

Hey Motherlovers, Please enjoy this midnight creation. Muah!! The (******) in this story mean the P.O.V - point of view -  has changed. He stared at me. It sort of disturbed me. Yet, it felt so familiar to me. His gaze was so strong, I could feel it on the back of my neck, almost as if he were breathing on me, making each one of my hairs spring up in fear. This feeling of uneasiness frightened me and excited me all the same. I had the fiercest urge to turn back and look at this man. This man who sat with his own company and made me feel weak without even speaking one word. Where had he come from? I don't even remember him getting on the bus or which stop the rest of the crowd wandered out into. As if to intentionally leave me with this robust stranger. I can no longer continue to read my book. I sense my blood boil beneath my skin as I keep my head up and stiff, so I won't catch his eyes on the reflection of the windows. I should be home soon. I guess I could...

Hey, nuggets. Here is something I have been working for on a long while. It would mean a lot if you let me know what you think.  It is the beginning of a short story I am writing. Please let me know what you think. Soon, once I finish, I may put it all up on blog. Enjoy. "Break Up" Melissa dumped me today. So, obviously I threw a fucking fit and now I won’t ever see her again. In fact no one else will ever see her. I don’t really know what the fuck I can do now.   I can barely function. We’ve been together for so long. 1825 days. Now I have to remember to continue, just one less. Which, is actually really good on the wallet, so there is that. Is it selfish to feel like that? Or is it that I still can’t really come to terms with what just happened. I feel sickened by the events that have taken place. Jesus fuck. What the fuck? What is happening? I feel like im breaking down. Everything is falling out of place. I need to talk to someone, or at least actu...