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» Posted By fakename On 10.26.2011 @ 8:03 am
Coward. That’s what I called him in the middle of it all. To be fair, it was completely true. It might not have been right, or nice to say. It might not have been a lot of things. But it was definitely true. All I did was call him out on it. Coward.
» Posted By fakename On 02.09.2011 @ 5:59 pm
There was alarm in her voice that night. Her words were normal, casual, but her tone scared me. She had always been so cool and collected, no matter what. But after she came back from outside with him, suddenly she was different. The alarm in her voice never left the entire night. I should have suggested we leave but I didn’t. I just begged her to introduce me to him and then made her stay with me to coach me as we hung out with him the entire night. I should have taken her home. But I wanted the glory.
» Posted By fakename On 02.07.2011 @ 1:41 pm
Lean on me. All I could think of was that stupid song. We used to sing it all the time at sleepovers. We’d scream it at the top of our lungs, because we could, because it was funny. Now, you’d been screaming for a different reason, and you couldn’t stop the bleeding, and your head was on my shoulder and we were trapped. All I could think was “lean on me”.
» Posted By fakename On 01.30.2011 @ 9:29 am
She dropped the bowl and the salad flew across the floor. A baby tomato rolled to my feet. I picked it up, popped it into my mouth. The silence was astounding. Finally, she looked up at me. “What?” she said.
» Posted By fakename On 01.29.2011 @ 9:47 am
Reports. So many reports. I was sure I’d never get home in time to tuck my daughter in bed. There was the case with the guy in the park, the picture-happy creep, the school teacher. All of it made me sick, every day. I loved my child and I hated the people I worked with, but for some reason, work always felt like the only thing I had. How do you walk away from something that you hate when you know that you could never live without it?
» Posted By fakename On 01.28.2011 @ 10:20 am
Relatives. Oh, my God. Just when I thought I couldn’t have any more, wouldn’t have to deal with any more than I already did, I got the news. My father, my loving, helpful, always willing to kill spiders father, wasn’t as great as we’d thought growing up. Mistresses. A whole bunch of them. One, he’d managed to get pregnant. Twice.
» Posted By fakename On 01.26.2011 @ 4:11 pm
The basement was where it all started. It was never supposed to go as far as it did. It was just a joke. But then she got really into it. She started getting the rest of us into it, too. There was really nothing we could do about it after that. Even my brother was under her spell. How could he not be? She was beautiful, intimidating.
» Posted By fakename On 01.25.2011 @ 7:17 pm
sports. I’ve been surrounded by sports my entire life. my father was a football player, my mother, a swimmer. all of my siblings are sports stars. my brother was the star basketball player in high school, and my sister, the soccer champion. I don’t know what my parents were thinking when decided to keep me, but they probably must regret the decision now. I don’t have an ounce of athletic ability.
» Posted By fakename On 01.17.2011 @ 5:44 pm
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myth and greek gods and godess. Zues, athena, hera. zombies, vampires, ghost stories. Myths about use of things.
» Posted By FakeName On 01.26.2010 @ 8:37 am