• Obviously, his viewpoint was wrong. I mean, men are always wrong, right? My mother had taught me that much at least. But the way his lips curved downward honestly and he stared at me with those big sincere eyes. I couldn’t help but think he might be right.

  • SourNothings commented on the post, eastern 6 years, 2 months ago

    She looked to the eastern skies, hoping to search for something, anything, anything real. She wanted to find a meaningful cloud, a symbolic tree, maybe a star that revealed the secrets of the universe, but all she saw was the rising sun, unyielding and meaningless.

  • Chivalry was dead, without a doubt. I had been walking down the hallway, calm as can be when a boy my age or older came along, shoving in front of me to get to the front door before me. Instead of ignoring this blatant rudeness as always, I grabbed his shirt, shoved him to the ground and raced to the door. I turned around when I was outside and…[Read more]

  • She called out in distress, hearing nothing except the distant echo of her own voice. Her cheeks burned, the embarrassment of her situation enough to shut her up for a while. She was stuck, that was definitely the truth. The truth was that she had fallen butt first into a hole and was stuck in a compromising position. If only a person she didn’t…[Read more]

  • SourNothings commented on the post, based 6 years, 5 months ago

    It was based on the fact that maybe she might have gone with him at the party, but it wasn’t based on a real, true fact. It was a fact filled with opinions and maybe’s and what if’s. I didn’t have time for speculation, but the truth was….it was true.

  • SourNothings commented on the post, shells 6 years, 7 months ago

    The shells on the beach were broken and corroded from thousands of years of being smashed by the water. I cut my finger on one and my dog tried to lick the wound, but I yanked my hand away, falling backwards into the sand. Lovely.

  • SourNothings commented on the post, pairs 6 years, 7 months ago

    We walked in sullen pairs down the alleyway, our mouths gagged, keeping us from uttering a single sound of torment. Even if the gags hadn’t been in place, we would not have bothered with words, we would have just done the same thing as right then. Cry.

  • SourNothings commented on the post, pixels 6 years, 7 months ago

    The pixels on her face seemed wrong. That was when I realized I was dreaming. No longer was I in a foggy state of mind, talking to a woman with pixels on her face, but in a magical world where I had free reign. The first thing I did was eat chocolate, but then I spit it out because who knows what chocolate translates to in the real world?

  • SourNothings commented on the post, cliffs 6 years, 9 months ago

    She watched the cliffs and the boy jumping off of them, shirtless, completely free. Her eyes traveled along with his slim, tall body as it dived into the choppy waves. After a few minutes, the boy never surfaced and she wondered if he would ever surface and if she would have to call the police. She hoped not, she felt too lazy to grab her cellphone.

  • The dashboard was scratched and had cigarette marks smeared across the front. I glanced at my boyfriend Gavin.
    “You bought this?”
    “Yeah, it’s cool isn’t it?”
    “If you like to drive a dumpster.”
    “It’s not my fault you don’t appreciate real beauty.”

  • She returned the puppy to me the next day, shaking her head furiously before shoving it into my arms. The brown, squirmy creature in my arms whimpered happily, squirting it’s excitement all over my white work shirt. I swore under my breath and shook my head at the puppy.

  • I was flailing for an answer to his question, but couldn’t decide what would pass as appropriate for such a question. I shook my head.
    “Uhm, I don’t know,” I said to him with a frown.
    “Oh, come one, don’t tell me you’ve never done it.”

  • SourNothings commented on the post, willed 6 years, 11 months ago

    I willed myself to talk to him. I never knew how hard it was to open my mouth before, but here I was, completely speechless. Will, will, I thought, but apparently my will wasn’t strong enough, because Ryan was staring at me like I was a first class freak.

  • My husband sighed, rubbing his face in frustration.
    “Why won’t you do this?”
    “I just don’t feel good about it, that’s all.”
    “You’re going to have to anyways, you know.”
    “I know.”
    My husband frowned.