• Trista commented on the post, welfare 2 days, 2 hours ago

    Her welfare was all that mattered now. There was no way that I would survive the night, but she had to live. So I did the only thing I could think of, I threw myself onto of her and prayed for the first and last time in my life.

  • Trista commented on the post, brighter 6 months, 3 weeks ago

    Janie was a brighter star than me. All my life I felt blinded by her. She walked first, talked first, made better grades, got better boys. I often found myself hiding alone in the room I shared with her, as she ran around outside being the center of the neighbors, lost in a sea of jealousy. I didn’t regret that. I didn’t realize that it is often…[Read more]

  • Trista commented on the post, Buddha 7 months, 1 week ago

    The house was full of Buddha’s and crosses and old dirty books of faith, but there wasn’t a single believer left inside these walls now. Their faith all died with their mother’s last breath, buried 6-feet under right along with her.

  • Trista commented on the post, hydration 9 months, 2 weeks ago

    This personalized hydration system is all you need to survive the new world. Make sure you get yours today before the appoccypous comes.

  • Trista commented on the post, resolve 9 months, 2 weeks ago

    There was no way to resolve this. Sometimes you just lose. She had all her bags packed and ready to go, lined up neatly in the hallway, a little row of soldiers. This time was really it she was leaving. This time…

  • Trista commented on the post, resolve 9 months, 2 weeks ago

    Her resolve was waning, as it usually did. This time though, it went before she even really got started. New Years Resolutions were usually never kept by anyone, but in her case giving up on January 2nd was a new record. She didn’t know wether to be proud or ashamed.

  • Trista commented on the post, continued 11 months, 2 weeks ago

    She sat down and continued the story, again. She wrote the first chapter, again. She has been doing this over, and over for the past 3-years. She will never finish anything she starts.

  • Trista commented on the post, thieves 11 months, 3 weeks ago

    They didn’t start out this way. They were not always thieves. One of them use to be a doctor, one a business owner, the other a manger at a bank. All three of them had names, families, respect from their community. But that all changed when the war broke out and now they had none of those things, all they had now were each other and whatever…[Read more]

  • Trista commented on the post, pointed 1 year, 1 month ago

    She looked down her pointed nose at him, smirking at his utter absurdly. Inside though, she envied him. All her life she’s been exactly as she was taught to be, little miss perfection.

  • Trista commented on the post, hollow 1 year, 1 month ago

    she was disappointed, like a kid on easter who discovers her chocolate bunny is hallow, Amanda realized in that moment that her relationship was a farce. There wasn’t going to be a happily ever after for them. But that didn’t mean their story was quite over just yet. These things tend to take a long time to fizzle out even after one realizes it is…[Read more]

  • Trista commented on the post, chips 1 year, 1 month ago

    There is nothing more annoying than getting into your bed after a long hard day only to find it littered with greasy, sharp, broken chip crumbs. “Thanks a lot Eli

  • Trista commented on the post, retreat 1 year, 1 month ago

    For the low, low, price of just a small piece of your soul we welcome you all to the Paradise Alley, the newest retreat in the World Corp family. Here at Paradise Alley we want to ensure you never have to go back to the mundane hassle of the real world. Ever.

  • Trista commented on the post, torch 1 year, 2 months ago

    There was nothing but pitch dark blackness all around me. So dark, that I couldn’t even see my own hand as I held it out in front of my face, clutching onto the long ago burned out torch. How the hell did I get myself into the miss. I was a city girl.

  • Trista commented on the post, jury 1 year, 2 months ago

    12 people sat impatiently waiting, forced together by civic duty and threat of punitive punishment. 12 peers who could not be more different from each other, but whom would forever be tied together from this point forward because when you’re placed on a jury for the crime of the century you are sort of forced to become a family. A dysfunctional,…[Read more]

  • Trista commented on the post, proper 1 year, 2 months ago

    he was a proper asshole, but he wore it so well. The arrogance and apathy seemed to ooze out of his pores, luring the women to him like a well balanced bottle of cologne might do.

  • Trista commented on the post, bread 1 year, 4 months ago

    Ann spit the bread out onto the plate. It was now a big lump of soggy slimy fluff.
    “ewww, whats wrong?” Sally asked.
    “It tastes moldy, don’t eat yours!”Ann cried.
    The two girls inspected the remaining bread but could see no mold.
    “You’re crazy woman.”
    “I’m telling you it tastes like its gone off.”
    “Okay miss…[Read more]

  • Trista and Profile picture of IntuitionIntuition are now friends 1 year, 5 months ago

  • Trista commented on the post, coexist 1 year, 5 months ago

    we didn’t have to love each other, we didn’t even have to like each other, but we did have to coexist. That’s was easier said then done though. I hated him. I mean, I really hated him. That is, accept for the times I was too busy dreaming about those sparkling blue yes of his.

  • Trista commented on the post, buddha 1 year, 6 months ago

    The Buddha sat there smiling at me. It’s big fat jolly non-threatening smile. I wanted to grab the damn staute and smash it into the wall. There was no going back to that life now.

  • Trista commented on the post, newborn 1 year, 6 months ago

    Every parent thinks their newborn is cute, right. They have to. That would make biological sense. So why do I look at this child and feel nothing but disdain? Maybe it’s because I know that things can never ever be the same again. I’m stuck, like a moth in honey.