Tag: CreativeWriting

The Baby Cried

You went on like you forgot to buy condoms.

I acted like it was okay! I didn’t want a piece of latex to ruin our moment in time.

My period was late.

My period never arrived.

I tested positive.

I cried.

I waited for what I thought was the right time to tell you and you offered to book me into a private abortion clinic.

I hadn’t reacted and you assumed I agreed with your offer.

When two people declare love and love has been shown, one can’t help but imagine that whatever comes their way, they will face it as one.

Salty Saturdays: Excuse Me! 27.03.2021

Salty Saturdays: Excuse Me

He visited her house on a Friday night, 3 out of 4 Friday nights.

Usually, she has prepared dinner and scented candles sparkle throughout the open space.

Only on Thursday night, she received a notification from her friend who was out shopping in Tesco!

A short video came through showing a handsome man, laughing and joking with a young boy. If they were the same age you would assume they were twins. With the age difference, you can assume they have some form of relation to one another.

The woman in the video picks up some plant-based milk and shows the man. He kisses her head and thanks her for wanting to try it out with him.

The clip ends with the little boy screaming, ‘DADDY! Can we have pancakes tomorrow for breakfast, again? Please!’

Last night he visited her house. Please remember that last night was Friday night.

Although she unlocked the door and let him in, she wasn’t particularly welcoming. She backed away from their usual 5 minutes of kissing on her doorstep. She strode into her kitchen and began to wash the dishes with some lemon-scented liquid.

He closed the front door and entered the kitchen.

Wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and kissed her along the right-hand side of her neck.

She was aroused. But annoyed. She dropped the sponge into the suds and dried off her hands. Walked away and into the living room, picking up a glass of red wine that was waiting close by the remaining contents of a red bottle of wine.

He asked if she was okay?

She looked at him and turned her head away. She reached for her phone and then pressed play on the video.

He recognised the voices and simple said, ‘excuse me, I need to use the loo.’

As he walked slowly up the stairs to the bathroom, he considered the following:

  • Is the sex that good to deal with an argument and get back in her good books?
  • Dionne is less stressful to deal with but has that fat cat all in the bedroom.
  • Shannon is a great cook though and I love everything she whips up, especially for ME!

He reaches down to push the flush button, runs the tap briefly but doesn’t wash his hands.

Runs downstairs and leaves.

After finishing the last bit of wine, Shannon heads slowly upstairs in floods of tears. She enters her beautifully white bathroom and as she steps closer to the toilet, she feels her feet slide a little. She looks down and sees a large puddle of piss, with remnants all around the toilet seat, toilet lid and on the small white rug she has in the middle of the floor.

Old Pain

Old Pain

For a long time, I held on like super-glue on the minds of the dumb and reckless.

I gave birth to resentment and fed jealousy all the nonsense it needed to thrive.

I processed negative thoughts and entertained deception.

I blended life with extra drama and gave hate a glorious reception.

Today I write this to let you know, that today is the day I let old pain go.

I searched deep within and located blue notes of fortune.

I played back the tune and remembered the connection I once shared with you.

The tune went over and through my existence. I feel warm and excited at releasing my stubborn resistance.

I miss you, I love you and this post ain’t no joke!

I wish we could reconnect and remain connected this time. I pushed you and pushed you away at the time. I was a tyrant to our growth – I feared having hope.

I accept that part was wrong and I should’ve stopped when you spoke.

Anything good in my life I don’t believe it, you see.

I poke it and prick it and build walls around me.

I feared being happy, as you made me happy so much so. There were shit times, you were shit at times – all acknowledged and I’ve let go.

Back then I did what I felt was right.

I pushed you away and set our bond on fire. I retreated to my safe space and watched memories burn away.

I apologise.

I’m sorry.

If you ever call I’d say, ‘It’s okay. I understand.’

Unique

A Thought

Almost daily I miss our bond.

I love you and I’m sorry we never remained friends.

I know in my heart we were bought together to educate specific areas of my life.

I know in my soul that were it not for your presence, I would never have levelled up!

You may never reach out following our last conversation. However, if you did? Know I’ll be happy to hear from you.

I may never contact you in this world. However, take comfort in the fact that I want to.

I’m in a place where my thoughts are valued and my points are understood. I’ve found a space for my creativity to thrive and for my heart to expand with joy.

I have a bounty of gratitude I reflect upon daily.

Our initial bond gave birth to a whole new universe and I’ll forever remain dedicated to the gift. Your role in this has been noted and tears have fallen.

Avo.

I Blocked the Bitch!

I blocked the bitch.

I blocked the bitch.

I stopped the bitch.

I locked off the bitch.

I dropped the bitch.

Cut off the bitch.

Read the bitch and shocked the bitch.

Keep your one sided activities, ignorant mindset and lack of complete narrative. I don’t need any of it.

The understanding that you are who you are: means that I’ll always grow being true to myself.

Salty Saturdays: Basically!

The bitch borrowed money for reasons she failed to list.

But we saw her with her nails done!

Shellac, she hash-tagged the life out of, even managing to upload a short video explaining her ‘fit,’ for today’s LET’S VALIDATE MELLISA LOOK!

But then that second text came through:

Hey, Hun

Hope you’re good?

I was wondering if you could lend me £60, please?

I have no food left and I need to get some bits in for my kids.

I know I’ve already borrowed £30 but I can give it all back next Friday when I get paid.

Xxxxx

The bitch asked for more money, this time stating its for food for her kids. She has two.

But her latest post shows she’s spending coins in Armani.

Armani life, she hash-tagged with 29 Armani related tags that followed. A new purse was purchased, I guess that was to store borrowed money inside.

I read the message.

I logged onto Just Eat and ordered a waffle with syrup and vanilla ice-cream

Basically.

Salty Saturdays: Maybe – 27.02.2021

Maybe you eat the chicken raw if the chicken is what you like.

Maybe I cut the phone because I hate social connections.

Maybe you drink out of a larger cup because you’re greedy and don’t give a fuck that there’s nothing left for the rest of us.

Maybe I raise my eyebrows at you, for hoarding your shit. I hate it. All of it.

Maybe you apologise for being a dick and then wank yourself with an old sock.

Maybe, I’m just overthinking the possibilities? I mean, didn’t you say you were vegan?

EXCLUSIVE: Malefic Mondays – Everything

Our love began back when the days were long, and hate was short-lived.
My kisses gave you life.
You were dying from being broken down, by a dazzling fraudster. Bitch bred and fled with many bricks.
My kisses opened your mind to my amazing inoculations.
You suck on my lips like you know where to find my sweet elixir. I giggle, I’m ticklish.
I’m cheesy as fuck, but I’m everything.

I’m our sky.
I’m our clouds.
I’m our rain.
I am an abundant quantity of oxygen.

You inhale my presence deeply.
I’m toxic.
I’m ugly.
I’m detrimental.
I’m viral.
I hold a plethora of bad omens.

You exhale love, each special moment.

At the 96th hour, I let go.
You cry as warmth increases to a high wave of heat.

Sorry, not sorry.
I have no time for your ignorance.
I have no patience for your questions.
Babe, you’re a damn good kisser.
But I can’t muster the energy to understand your deceit.
Talkin’ bout, you want more and more from my half of this partnership. But you gave me unread messages, ignored phone calls and divided time, love and appreciation.

Your heart is beating faster and faster, beating your insides and showing your nonsense out.

Pause.
I can hear the angels calling you.
Only, the deal I made with Lucifer, meant that as your heart pounds you to death, your soul will be absorbed by nothing and no one.
It’ll flow around our world aimlessly and unseen.

I have no sympathy for you personally.

I am everything and everything is Unique.