• Trista commented on the post, continued 1 month, 1 week 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 1 month, 2 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 3 months 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 3 months 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 3 months, 3 weeks 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 3 months, 3 weeks 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 4 months, 1 week 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 4 months, 1 week 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 4 months, 1 week 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 6 months, 1 week 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 7 months, 2 weeks ago

  • Trista commented on the post, coexist 7 months, 2 weeks 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 7 months, 3 weeks 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 8 months, 2 weeks 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.

  • Trista commented on the post, outsider 8 months, 3 weeks ago

    She didn’t mind being an outsider. In fact, she quite liked it. Solitude is where she thrived. It wasn’t that she disliked people though, she cared for people too deeply. She felt their pain just as strongly as they did, which is why meeting and befriending Candace was the most unfortunate thing to happen to her in a very long time.

  • Trista commented on the post, caramel 2 years ago

    There is something magical about the moment a pot of bubbling sugar transforms into sweet golden caramel. It happens in an instant. one second there is cleary sickly sweet goe in the pot, the next there is a mouthwatering treat. But if you leave it on the heat for just a few seconds to long, it will inevitably turn into a disaster. Life is a lot like that.

  • Trista commented on the post, sympathy 2 years ago

    Her greatest problem was she was too empathetic. She felt everyones pain. From the homeless man on the street to the rich guy complaining about paying too much taxes. She could literally absorb their emotions. His greatest problem was a complete lack of sympathy for anyone. They were perfect for each other.

  • Trista commented on the post, takeoff 2 years, 1 month ago

    She had a 50 second takeoff career. One day she woke and she was famous, the next day no one remembered her name. “There is a certain skill to being a has-been,” she use to say in interviews with a sparkle in her eye. The sparkle was forced though, strategically placed to camouflage the pain. She would do whatever it took to get her fame back. In…[Read more]

  • Trista commented on the post, turtle 2 years, 4 months ago

    Most people come to the pond to watch the swans. I prefer the turtles. They peek their little heads up out of the water for an instance or two, than they dip back down. They give you just a taste and leave you wanting more. The swans and ducks are needy, greedy, and they alway try to steal your food.

  • Trista commented on the post, hapless 2 years, 9 months ago

    16 years ago I did a very foolish thing: I fell in love. A hapless victim of wishful thinking, I quickly got consumed by the fire of that first love. It was a fire that would rage on and on, that is until 6 months ago when he left me. Its funny, when we use to live in this beautiful city, I remember the choppy water looking blue, today its pitch black.