The Spirit | by Cortney Joseph

The following is part of an incomplete short story I was writing for Christmas 2018. I got a bit discouraged during the process and gave up on the story. However, I thought I’d share it since it was, thankfully, still sitting in my Google Docs. Who knows, maybe I’ll come back around to it for… Read More

Not Gon’ Cry by Cortney Joseph

I can’t help but think that I should have beat them to the punch. Should have done my own experimenting and exploring, should have taken my own two weeks out of the country to ‘find myself’, should have done any and everything to be the one causing pain instead of feeling it. Read More

I’m Goin’ Down by Cortney Joseph

I took a deep breath, resting my head against my window as I watched the rain fall. Way past midnight, pitch black in my bedroom, and the only sound to be heard are my sobs and deep sighs. I don’t know how I even got to this point, but the tears don’t stop. I couldn’t… Read More

My Bed of Thorns (by Cortney Joseph)

Reaping what I’d sown, I silently watched as my husband walked in and out of the home we once shared, making numerous trips as he packed and boxed up his belongs, carrying them out to his car. Leaving me and our life behind for good. Read More

Complicated [Part 3] (by Cortney Joseph)

“Shut the fuck up! Either get out of my house or sit your big ass down and wait until I roll up. Either way, stop talking to me. I’m not in the mood so trust and believe that it will be nothing for me to fuck you up tonight.” Read More

Complicated [Part 2] (by Cortney Joseph)

My father stormed out and I took a deep breath, wiping away the few tears that fell. He’s a short and quiet man, but he could always strike some type of fear in you if you crossed him the wrong way. Red went into the living room and Tommy started in on me. Read More

Complicated [Part 1] (by Cortney Joseph)

“Why do you do me like this?” Cairo didn’t say a word. Instead he pulled away and slowly removed the panties and t-shirt I wore. Whispered in my ear about how beautiful I am, how he can’t see himself without me being by his side. Everything he knew I wanted and needed to hear. Read More