Consumer

Consumer

All he ever wanted was to consume her; all of her is all he wanted. Nothing more really. She had consumed all of his thoughts, as of late, and so, under the light of mischief, he plotted and schemed and felt utterly pleased with his new intention, his new delight. Read more

The Garden

The Garden

He always knew that her happiest day would be that fated day when she would die. Now she’s dead. Obviously, he’s not happy, but he is on some level since he knows that all she ever wanted was to no longer be alive. And so, if part with her physically he must, with happiness and goodness, he will and at the very least, selfishly keep her alive by using her physical remains to nourish the garden she tended to every single day, in the long shadow of his envy. Read more

Leaving Means Arriving

Leaving Means Arriving

She never wanted to be here in the first place, so yea, she’s glad to be leaving, but then the reality of the situation dawns on her. Leaving here means arriving somewhere else and that elsewhere is somewhere she also does not know whether or not she will like. She just wants to go nowhere. She wants to be nowhere. And perhaps, this idyllic place is exactly all of the things that she knows she will love and want to be … stay … forever in this place that embodies all of the things she needs in a place with nothing she doesn’t want. Read more

As The Only Male

As The Only Male

The obvious reason reveals that he loved women and felt threatened by men and so, needed to secure his place within the hierarchy of his workplace by being the only man. The truth, however, remains as such: He wants to work alongside women because the world, after all, has been slowly becoming a woman’s world, and as all men now know, there’s really no way to understand or interact well within the world of women as a man, because frankly, men have no idea what women do or think about or want on any given day. Read more

Before After

Before After

“You’re late,” she jokes. He wipes his face with a smile and chuckles. “I’m kidding!” she attempts. “Oh, yea, you know. I know. I get it. And I’m not late,” he explains; “I told you between five fifteen and five thirty.” She looks down at her watch that reads five forty-five. “I know. I just thought I’d be cute,” she flirts. He motions for her to walk toward him, “Yea, you’re adorable.” Read more