Maybe tonight things would be different. The magic had picked up with the storm. It was almost palpable in the air. Maybe Gabrielle could really be the Ice Queen after all. She thought of Rick and their good times. The snow slowed its pace. The rumbled of truck caught Gabrielle’s attention. Its sloppy maneuvering and aggressive speed were enough to tell Gabrielle that it was going to be one of those nights. She watched as the truck came barreling down the street. The fear of the unknown mixed with the memories of other nights causing Gabrielle’s chest to tighten. Her throat felt constricted. She closed her eyes as the snow came billowing onto the porch. She tried to chuckle at the thought that it was trying to give her a hug. She couldn’t laugh. She knew too well what was going to happen. Gabrielle opened her eyes and watched as Rick clipped the corner of their driveway. She heard his slurred trail of screamed obscenities from the porch. She watched as his anger transformed his face from drunk and lax to red and harsh.
Tag: anger
Secrets, Secrets (Part 2)
Lilith had left the mall planning and plotting the whole way back to her car. She thought about public humiliation, exposure, even murder. By the time she had pulled into her assigned parking spot and was upstairs unlocking her apartment door she had replaced her rageful fantasies with a tub of cookie dough, a bottle…
Deep Breath In
It had been good timing too. Alissia had had a shit day to end a shit week of an overall shit month. This didn’t mean Alissia was whiny or unhappy. Quite the opposite, she loved her life and all of the people and things in it. She loved her job and her hobbies. She loved her dog, Jelly Bean! She was just having some trouble keeping control of her anger. Her blood boiling, skin constricting, full red face flush anger.
Watching Delilah
Watching her from a far doing the things that made her happiest – reading, writing, driving around, taking hikes through the local mountain ranges, going out with her friends, drinking at bars, dancing with strange men, men who were her friends, all men who were older than she was. All those things and more gave him a sense of unrest, a sense of weary, a sense that she was putting herself out there too much, giving the world too much of herself, and certainly – he assumed – giving too much of herself away to the men around her.
Her Life After
She was finding it hard to sleep. The excitement was coating through her, and the blue light from her phone wasn’t helping either. It was worst than when she was a child and this supposed Santa was coming to bring her gifts overnight. This was something else all together. This was the start of her life after. Evie had originally been sad her grand gesture had been to make his other girlfriends go away, not to have him die. Now that he was dead she could expand upon her plan. She wouldn’t have much time. Murder didn’t seem like something Evie could possibly get away with, but she could make the best out of a bad situation. Her two biggest planning concerns were shipping vs. hand delivery, and who got what of his remains.
Matilda
Matilda sat at her blue wooden desk. The one she had refurbished from old pallets and old shelves she recycled herself. The blue was intentionally bright and bold, but worn to revel most of the stained, darker pallet wood. She looked out the window which her desk faced. The woods behind her house were illuminated by the sunlight reflecting from the snow they had gotten the night before. She lifted herself slightly off her seat, leaned forward and looked out the window down toward the ground. The outdoor furniture was lightly covered with snow in such a way it made Matilda think of sugar dusted cookies. For the most part the patio was snowless. Matilda thought of how cold the metal furniture and snow would feel pressing against her legs and back. At the very least it would feel good, even if it didn’t calm her down.
Mission Complete
The time is 13:05. The day is Monday. Break is over. We are back in it now. We are told to sit. Everyone does. Everyone, except Schneider. Earlier, during recess, he pushed me. No one of importance noticed, of course. None of the higher-ups, just the same low-lives as me and him. That bastard gets…
I’m crazy, but I know it… so, relax
Fire burned in her chest. How could one person be so incredibly fucking stupid, selfish, and invilidic all at the same time? Especially when the moronic cupcake was your mother. Caitlin had always felt that she and her mother were akin fire and ice. They both had their benefits and their drawbacks. Her mother was…