The table was set, dinner placed before her husband promptly at seven p.m. Routine undisturbed, though for once the atmosphere was one both would deem uncomfortable. He thought a bit of music would set the mood, ease the tension building. So, she placed Marlena Shaw on the Victrola he'd given as one of many 'sorry…
#ShortStoryAugust Spotlight : @MO0N_CH1LD
Hey! So, if you have been reading the stories I've been posting these past few days, and you've been enjoying them; then have I got a treat for you all. A friend of mine has tapped into the challenge with a story of her own, and I am so excited to share! "Broken Pieces" begins…
Castle Of Sand | by Cortney Joseph
It was heavy on his mind, wouldn’t allow him to rest or find the peace that seemed to find his wife with ease. Looking at the digital clock on his nightstand, a despondent look fell upon his gentle face as he read ‘3:12 a.m.’. It was becoming like clockwork, made him wonder why he’d even…
A Family, Broken | by Cortney Joseph
November 1987 Being held up by her sons as they all stood under a large tent, Norma rocked very slowly from side to side with her short frame causing her to look diminutive compared to the young men she’d birthed and raised. Her eyes were closed and she was praying silently, asking for that…
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.
Just To Keep You Satisfied by Cortney Joseph
While she’d already, seemingly, pulled her life together, it was as if he were still stuck in limbo. Unsure of what to do, where to turn next.
Please Don’t Go (Part 1) by Cortney Joseph
December 2014 : Keith and I were sitting comfortably in the living room of our New York apartment. Although we lived on the west coast permanently, there was no way we couldn't keep a place out here. For vacations, to visit family, or just to get away from all the bull that goes down in…
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.
Stranger In My House (by Cortney Joseph)
In a tattered t-shirt and ripped up jeans, cigarette dangling between my fingers as tears and running mascara stained my cheeks, I took one long drag and blew smoke. I blinked for the first time in what seemed like hours when my bedroom door creaked open and he attempted to tip-toe in. See, I’m sitting…
Lose My Mind (by Cortney Joseph)
"When Jacie heard the bottom lock click, she fell back on the couch and let out a deep sigh, trying her best to get her attitude in check."
