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.

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…

Kate

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.
Advertisements

“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.

Shit.

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.

If you enjoy my writing, you can sign up for my email list

 

 

Save

Save

“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.

If you enjoy my writing, you can sign up for my email list.

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!

Click below to start.

Living To Die

 

All Rights Reserved ©2018 Marquessa Matthews.

 

Save

Save

Save

Save

Save

Save

Save

Save

Save

Save

Save

Save

“I’m Still Here” #lyricalfictionfriday

This was written for the LyricalFictionFriday Challenge

I’M STILL HERE

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.

“Rocket Love” #1minfiction #fiction

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

This week’s prompt is : “Blast Off

It’s not necessary to read these three pieces first but you can if you want to.

The Midnight Hour (1)

What A Girl Wants (2)

Feast Or Famine (3)

When I felt Laney trying to quietly slip out of the bed, I outstretched my arm and held onto her tightly.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I whispered into her ear and kissed her neck. She had exhausted me and all that I wanted to do was go back to sleep with my body spooned against hers…at least until I had more energy to continue what we had started after midnight. Each and every time we made love, we were like two rockets blasting off  to higher and even higher heights. Between us, it as all systems go. There was definitely no failure to launch. I couldn’t get enough of her. But I felt completely strung out.

Laney’s fingers pried mine open to release herself from my grip. “Tyler, I need to pee. And I want to take a shower.”

Reluctantly, I let her slip out of my grasp. She stood up and I admired her glorious nakedness before me.

“Do you want help with that shower?” I teased. Laney’s smile spread across her face.

God, that smile will always be my downfall.

“I think that I could handle it on my own. Go back to sleep.” She bent over and kissed me on the forehead. I pulled her further into me and kissed her thoroughly, feeling my energy rise despite my tiredness. Laney gently pulled away and averted my eyes.

After the way she’s been so assertive last night, how could she play shy now?

“Hurry back…” I mumbled and shut my eyes, waiting for her to crawl back into bed after being freshly showered. But when I woke up again, I reached out and found the space next to me was cold.

“Babe?” I bolted upright and saw that her clothes and shoes had disappeared from the floor. “Laney?”

Naked as the day I was born, I rushed to the bathroom to find her wet towel draped neatly on the rack next to mine. It was obvious that she had left without so much as a goodbye.

To be continued by Laney’s perspective of the same scene…

©2018 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

If you enjoy my writing, you can sign up for my email list

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.

“Gone” #lyricalfictionfriday #fictionfriday #holidayshortfiction

*Christmas/New Year-flavored fiction*

This fiction was adapted for this week’s #LyricalFictionFriday

Photo credit: pasa47 via Foter.com / CC BY

Lost in my thoughts that New Year’s Eve day, I inhaled deeply, wanting to take in the scent of his cologne that I had come to dislike so much. I relished the moment and wanted to remember every second of this encounter that he had no clue would be our last.

I tilted my chin upwards to him for a goodbye kiss before I went through the gate, knowing that this simple action would make him do the complete opposite. He leaned down and planted a light kiss on my forehead instead, just as I had predicted.

I knew him too well.

“Have a good flight. Give me a call when you get home.”

I smiled to myself, the shaking of my head was slight and uncontrollable. He frowned. Of course, my smile annoyed him.

“What are you smiling at?”

I shrugged my carry-on and purse back onto my shoulder to stop them from slipping off. This time I smiled directly at him and looked him straight in the eye. I studied the shadows of his face and wondered what I had ever seen behind those evil eyes. Long ago, he had looked like a cool drink of water, but he had turned out to be candy-coated misery.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Take care of yourself Dex.”

I turned around, handed the boarding pass that had been burning a hole in my hand to the gate attendant and slowly walked away towards my future without him.

“Wait. Delaney! Wait!”

I could hear the mistrust and confusion in his voice as I continued down the jetway. He was tuned into the heartless vibe I knew I was giving off.

“Delaney!”

I didn’t look back.

I no longer felt lost and would never let myself feel that way again. I had a spanking brand new 2018 without him to look forward to.

©2017 Marquessa Matthews. All Right Reserved.

If you enjoy my writing, you can sign up for my email list

 

Pingback to “Cowboy Casanova”