“Cold” #lyricalfictionfriday #fiction

This was adapted for yesterday’s LyricalFictionFriday Challenge.

I sensed her presence long before I even saw her. When I looked up from my coffee, there she was standing across the street. How was it even possible to be so in tune with her?

Through the coffee shop window where we first met, I watched her stop and send a text. It would have been easy to get up and go outside to talk to her but I didn’t. My ass was glued to my chair.

“What’s wrong with you Tyler?”

Brian’s voice broke into my thoughts when he noticed my coffee cup stuck in mid-air. I pointed to where Delaney was standing. Brian’s mouth formed an “O” when he saw her.

“She’s back?”


I took a long sip of my black coffee. The more I looked at her, the more annoyed I became that she looked unfazed.

“Didn’t she tell you that she was back in town?”


We were silent for a minute.

“Was she supposed to let you know?”


“But you expected her to, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

We were silent again.

“Are you going to go talk to her?”


I’d let Delaney invade my thoughts and it was time to shake off the hold she had on me. Sometimes I wished I’d never met her. But the more I tried to erase her from my mind, the worse it got. She was a religion that I couldn’t shake.

Brian didn’t press the issue and we continued to observe her.

“How many times have you been in love Tyler?”

“Twice,” I said without thinking.

“Really? Twice?”

Delaney slipped her cell into her purse and we watched her walk away.

“Yeah, and both times it’s been with her.”

©2018 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved. Adapted from a 2016 piece.



“Wrapped Around Me” #lyricalfictionfriday #fiction

This was adapted for yesterday’s LyricalFictionFriday Challenge.

I ran my fingers through Jake’s thick dark curls as if I could help to revive him out of his drunkenness.

I couldn’t help but wonder how many other women had done the same to him in this bed since our split. The room was dark except for the small ray of moonlight that crept in. The curtains swayed through the open bedroom curtains, the hint of the coconut-scented candles that used to belong to me lingered in the air.

He lay fast asleep, his head softly nestled on my chest against my cocoa-buttered skin while I lay wide awake, watching the ceiling fan spin slowly, around and around and around. I was hoping that its motion would coax me to sleep but it was impossible with his body wrapped around me.

All I could think about was the cliff I had just stepped off of, how hard I would land and the number of bones I would break when I finally hit the ground from rescuing him again.

Jake stirred and turned his head to look up at me so that our eyes made four. Shifting himself up, he lay next to me and tried to read my face in the dark.

“Your heart’s racing. What’s wrong Ella?”

The concern in Jake’s voice almost made me feel guilty.


But it was just at that moment that we heard the yelling and banging at his front door. When his confused eyes looked into my calm ones, Jake knew immediately what I had done.

©2018 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved. Adapted from a previous 2016 piece.

Kate’s Untold Story: “Whirlwind Of Stupid”

This was written for Nortina’s #1MinFiction Challenge at Lovely Curses .

This week’s prompt is : “Whirlwind

*Inspired by Maya Angelou’s quote – “There is nothing more painful than an untold story buried in your soul“.

Note: I’ll be taking this opportunity to create some background thoughts from “Kate” (from my draft novella).*

I’m sitting on the edge of the bathtub waiting for the plumber to arrive.

My feet are dangerously close to a stinky brown puddle on the ceramic floor but my focus is not on the nasty toilet overflow, it’s on the view of my lush green garden mocking me through the bathroom window. I never have time to enjoy the garden anymore because I’m always inside the house dealing with all kinds of crap.

And today, it literally is “crap”.

I hop skip and jump out of the bathroom, head to the living room to rescue my still-hot cup of coffee and plunk myself down into my reading chair by the window.

I’m starting to hate this house.

The house that my ex-husband John bought after we were married. The house I put my heart and soul in to make a “home”. The house I fought for as part of the divorce settlement. Now, I just hate it and all the sad memories that waft through its empty space. I must have been a horrible person in my past life to have ended up like this…

I despise this frickin’ house.

Unlike that stupid movie from years ago, my ex didn’t have me “at hello”. But he was persistent unlike the few other men I had been with at that time. Between John wearing me down and my oh-so-supportive mother insisting that I wouldn’t find better, I gave in and let him “have me”. But it wasn’t hard to fall for him and when I did, I trusted him…

I mean, for one, John wasn’t an ugly man but his confident nature made up for whatever he lacked in looks. He treated me like a princess and gave me the kind of attention I had always longed for. I was the center of his world (or so I thought), the girl he couldn’t get enough of and he was always ready to please. Our coupling was like one of those sappy romantic Hallmark movies (that I now hate) where the leading man is almost perfect, does all the right things and life is happily ever after. Back then, John had me right where he wanted me – dizzy and hypnotized by a multicolored whirlwind of stupid.


That fairytale fizzled out fast after the twins. John, the slithering snake disguised as my leading man shed his skin and now I am here sitting alone in an empty house wondering how I wasted the last twenty years of my life…


You can read more from Kate here.

All Rights Reserved ©2018 Marquessa Matthews


Monday’s One-Minute Fiction challenges you to write a complete micro-fiction piece in, you guessed it, one minute, no more, no less, based on the prompt provided! Of course, you can come back to edit for grammar & spelling, but the story itself must be written in a minute. Your prompt may be a photo, or a word, or a sentence—whatever inspires me, and hopefully inspires you too.

“Waiting” #lyricalfictionfriday #fiction

 This was adapted for the LyricalFictionFriday Challenge. Previously titled “Thursday 9:00PM”.


Tonight at 9:00PM.

That’s the deadline I gave him.

“If I don’t hear from you by next Friday 9:00 PM, I’ll assume that we’re over. And that’s fine with me…” were the exact words I left on his voice mail last week. I’d planned it all out, making sure to use my landline so that I could slam the receiver down HARD, pretending to be upset for a little added theatrical flare. But as soon as I had hung up, I realized that I had played my cards all wrong.

I’m new to playing these games but I’m learning quickly. I have no choice when it comes to the man I’m dealing with.

When I woke up today, it almost felt like Christmas morning. All I wanted was for the day to end without him calling. And right now, I’m lying in bed staring at the clock on the wall, praying that 9:00PM will come and go without hearing from him.

What I want is simple.

I want to give him the upper hand on a silver platter. I want to let him feel powerful and superior to me. I want him to think that he’s getting the last laugh at my expense and that it is totally his choice to end things with me. All I want is for him to take the bait and I don’t care how it all goes down as long the end result is him leaving me the hell alone.

I need him gone.

He’s only happy hysterical and I’m no longer waiting for a miracle with him.

Now, I look at the clock.

8:59 PM.

What I should have done was beg him to call me back and then leave a few desperate messages to guarantee that his narcissistic ass wouldn’t call me back. I’m holding my breath now.

9:01 PM.

My cell doesn’t ring and I’m relieved. I can breathe.

Thank you Jesus.

9:05 PM.

Then I hear the ringtone set for him on my cell.


I’ve got no choice but to answer. If I don’t, he’ll blow up my cell all night long and I won’t get any sleep. And I’m not kidding.

So for now, I’ll have to wait until the next opportunity to play my cards right.

©2018 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

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“Again And Again” #1minfiction #fiction

This was written for the One Minute Fiction Challenge at “Lovely Curses“.

This week’s prompt is: “Again and Again“.

When I tried to quietly slip out of the bed, Tyler outstretched his arm and held onto me tightly.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he whispered into my ear and kissed my neck. I was tempted to stay where I was, just continuing laying with him in that comfortable bed and making love with him again and again. But I couldn’t. I glanced at the clock and knew that time was running out. Before I knew it, I would have to explain myself to him. But before I did, I desperately needed a shower.

I gently pried his fingers open from my waist to release myself from his grip.

“Tyler, I need to pee. And I want to take a shower.”

Reluctantly, he let me slip out of his grasp. I stood up and felt a little self-conscious standing in front of him completely naked.

“Do you want help with that shower?” he teased with a smile on his face. I couldn’t help but smile back.

“I think that I can handle it on my own. Go back to sleep.”

I bent over and kissed him on the forehead, knowing that a real kiss would turn into more of what we seemed to be a perfect match for. But he pulled me further into him and kissed me thoroughly, feeling the temptation to let him sweep my senses away again. I pulled away and averted my eyes dreading how he would look at me later…

“Hurry back…” he mumbled and shut his eyes. I made my way to the bathroom, jumped into the shower and let the hot water relax my body as well as my thoughts. I had to bite the bullet and just tell him. I toweled off, wrapped the towel around me and padded back into the room to find him fast asleep. The longer I looked at the rise and fall of his chest, the more I couldn’t bring myself to wake him up to talk.

I can’t do it.

I grabbed my clothes and padded back to the bathroom to get dressed. As I neatly placed my wet towel next to his on the rack, I took a deep breath and looked into the mirror at my guilty reflection.

He’s not going to forgive me, for not telling him sooner and running again.

Back in the bedroom, I stared at him for what seemed like an eternity before I kissed him ever so lightly on the cheek. Tyler stirred but didn’t wake up.

It’s better this way.

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. I only had a few hours to retrieve my luggage from my place and head to the airport but all I could do was think about everything we could have been.

Note: This is the end of the Laney and Tyler snippets for now. I know, I know that I’ve said that before but this time I mean it. Thank you for enjoying these characters enough for me to keep “teasing” you with them. I’ve got plans for this couple and need to start putting together their novella together.

©2018 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

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Monday’s One-Minute Fiction challenges you to write a complete micro-fiction piece in, you guessed it, one minute, no more, no less, based on the prompt provided! Of course, you can come back to edit for grammar & spelling, but the story itself must be written in a minute. Your prompt may be a photo, or a word, or a sentence—whatever inspires me, and hopefully inspires you too.

Kate Is Living To Die – #fiction #weekendcoffeeshare #freeread

I suddenly realized that I had much better things to do with my time, especially now that I had some living to do.

It was time for me to start living to die…

This is the story that I wrote during last year’s A to Z Challenge. Since I’m currently editing it to publish as a free novella, I thought it would be fun to repost. However, for the entire 26 part story, you’ll need to subscribe at the end of the prologue get them in your inbox.

I’ll also be creating a Facebook Group for email list subscribers (stay tuned) to chat about some of the themes in this story as well provide feedback on the final draft.

I hope you enjoy!

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Living To Die


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“I’m Still Here” #lyricalfictionfriday

This was written for the LyricalFictionFriday Challenge


All roads led to the gates of your heaven

where you held me high just to watch me fall

you had me living in an empty room with all the windows smashed

along with the delights of your demons that lurked in the dark

Doused in gasoline, you lit a match to watch me dance among the flames.

You smile with baited breath waiting for me to burn.

But I’m still here among the embers just waiting to breathe again.

©2018 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.