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I Loved Once

I loved once but grew weary of the underlying blame that the woes of the world belonged to me or my gender.  Weariness, my dear friend is not anger, no more than fantastic or wonderful is anything good or wholesome. 360 more words

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I See In All

When someone asks me if I believe in ghost and I tell them that I do, I hate the way they become suddenly incredulous or become your very best friend and carry on about séances, cold spots and green glows at night. 462 more words

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This Is An Escape

I often wonder if suppression is not my bailiwick. 

I hate the vague, I hate the words that hide that feeling you simply cannot find the word to describe.  498 more words

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Liar Books

I have a rule, never speak to a man, no matter how attracted I am to him, unless he has the backbone to speak to me first.  1,281 more words

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Avoiding Reality

I’m not much on reality.  Reality is a drag.  What’s even more of a drag are novels and stories about girls who avoid reality.  It’s so creepy and I’m not creepy.  505 more words

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Accolades and Approval

It makes very little difference now whether they believe me or not.  Actually I’m not sure at this point why I thought it mattered at all.  827 more words

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It Was Surely An Accident

I couldn’t put my finger upon the impression she gave me.  At first I thought that she was course, yet I almost immediately rejected the voice within my head that passed judgment so readily upon the perpetual parade of beings with whom I had to suffer within the confines of society. 1,090 more words

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