Tag: Drama

100 Word Story – Reconsidering Romantics (Finale)

I honestly never thought that we would be in this kind of situation. Things have been amazing in more way than one. The romantic passion between the two of us was intense and even made the older couple jealous. Some days we couldn’t keep our hands off each other in an erotic embrace, and others we simply were under one another just in bed being lazy. Every day, no matter what we had planned, was always filled with excitement.

And now, that part of my life was slowly dying. I started yearning for that kind of love again, that same heated passion that we both had. Now, on a lucky day, the most passionate thing I can get would be some kind of breakfast in bed and foreplay before we get intimate.

Was this really what the rest of my life with this man was going to be like?

Continue reading Reconsidering Romantics

100 Word Story – Reconsidering Romantics (Part Four)

I honestly never thought that we would be in this kind of situation. Things have been amazing in more way than one. The romantic passion between the two of us was intense and even made the older couple jealous. Some days we couldn’t keep our hands off each other in an erotic embrace, and others we simply were under one another just in bed being lazy. Every day, no matter what we had planned, was always filled with excitement.

And now, that part of my life was slowly dying. I started yearning for that kind of love again, that same heated passion that we both had. Now, on a lucky day, the most passionate thing I can get would be some kind of breakfast in bed and foreplay before we get intimate.

Was this really what the rest of my life with this man was going to be like?

Continue reading Reconsidering Romantics

100 Word Story – Reconsidering Romantics (Part Three)

I honestly never thought that we would be in this kind of situation. Things have been amazing in more way than one. The romantic passion between the two of us was intense and even made the older couple jealous. Some days we couldn’t keep our hands off each other in an erotic embrace, and others we simply were under one another just in bed being lazy. Every day, no matter what we had planned, was always filled with excitement.

And now, that part of my life was slowly dying. I started yearning for that kind of love again, that same heated passion that we both had. Now, on a lucky day, the most passionate thing I can get would be some kind of breakfast in bed and foreplay before we get intimate.

Was this really what the rest of my life with this man was going to be like?

Continue Reading Reconsidering Romantics

100 Word Story – Reconsidering Romantics (Part Two)

I honestly never thought that we would be in this kind of situation. Things have been amazing in more way than one. The romantic passion between the two of us was intense and even made the older couple jealous. Some days we couldn’t keep our hands off each other in an erotic embrace, and others we simply were under one another just in bed being lazy. Every day, no matter what we had planned, was always filled with excitement.

And now, that part of my life was slowly dying. I started yearning for that kind of love again, that same heated passion that we both had. Now, on a lucky day, the most passionate thing I can get would be some kind of breakfast in bed and foreplay before we get intimate.

Was this really what the rest of my life with this man was going to be like?

Continue Reading Reconsidering Romantics

100 Word Story – Breaking in the New Year (Part Four)

It’s the evening on New Year’s Eve. Everybody has plans and are having a night out on the town. People grouped up with both new and old friends to spend quality time together. Thousands are gathered in the center of town to watch as the New Year’s ball touches down, ringing in the new year.

Alcohol are flying off of the shelves, and out of people’s cups as they celebrate the planet for making another full rotation in the solar system. Memories will be made. Memories will be forgotten. New relationships will blossom, while some old will crumble.

It’s the beginning of the new year.

And that year begins with a trashed apartment. Continue reading Breaking in the New Year

100 Word Story – Breaking in the New Year (Part Two)

It’s the evening on New Year’s Eve. Everybody has plans and are having a night out on the town. People grouped up with both new and old friends to spend quality time together. Thousands are gathered in the center of town to watch as the New Year’s ball touches down, ringing in the new year.

Alcohol are flying off of the shelves, and out of people’s cups as they celebrate the planet for making another full rotation in the solar system. Memories will be made. Memories will be forgotten. New relationships will blossom, while some old will crumble.

It’s the beginning of the new year.

And that year begins with a trashed apartment. Continue reading Breaking in the New Year

100 Word Story – Slippery Slope (Finale)

I always had a feeling that Dad never really loved me. When I was younger, Mom was the one who spent all of her time with me; it even reached the point where people thought she was a single mother. Anytime my dad had to put any effort into me, it seemed like an issue.

From the parent-teacher conferences, musical recitals, and even my fifteenth birthday, he showed no interest, if he even decided to show up at all.

With the approaching storm, it really felt like he didn’t care about me. Continue reading the 100 Word Story

100 Word Story – Slippery Slope (Part Six)

I always had a feeling that Dad never really loved me. When I was younger, Mom was the one who spent all of her time with me; it even reached the point where people thought she was a single mother. Anytime my dad had to put any effort into me, it seemed like an issue.

From the parent-teacher conferences, musical recitals, and even my fifteenth birthday, he showed no interest, if he even decided to show up at all.

With the approaching storm, it really felt like he didn’t care about me. Continue reading the 100 Word Story

100 Word Story – Slippery Slope (Part Five)

I always had a feeling that Dad never really loved me. When I was younger, Mom was the one who spent all of her time with me; it even reached the point where people thought she was a single mother. Anytime my dad had to put any effort into me, it seemed like an issue.

From the parent-teacher conferences, musical recitals, and even my fifteenth birthday, he showed no interest, if he even decided to show up at all.

With the approaching storm, it really felt like he didn’t care about me. Continue reading the 100 Word Story

100 Word Story – Slippery Slope (Part Four)

I always had a feeling that Dad never really loved me. When I was younger, Mom was the one who spent all of her time with me; it even reached the point where people thought she was a single mother. Anytime my dad had to put any effort into me, it seemed like an issue.

From the parent-teacher conferences, musical recitals, and even my fifteenth birthday, he showed no interest, if he even decided to show up at all.

With the approaching storm, it really felt like he didn’t care about me. Continue reading the 100 Word Story

100 Word Story – Slippery Slope (Part Three)

I always had a feeling that Dad never really loved me. When I was younger, Mom was the one who spent all of her time with me; it even reached the point where people thought she was a single mother. Anytime my dad had to put any effort into me, it seemed like an issue.

From the parent-teacher conferences, musical recitals, and even my fifteenth birthday, he showed no interest, if he even decided to show up at all.

With the approaching storm, it really felt like he didn’t care about me. Continue reading the 100 Word Story

100 Word Story – Slippery Slope (Part Two)

I always had a feeling that Dad never really loved me. When I was younger, Mom was the one who spent all of her time with me; it even reached the point where people thought she was a single mother. Anytime my dad had to put any effort into me, it seemed like an issue.

From the parent-teacher conferences, musical recitals, and even my fifteenth birthday, he showed no interest, if he even decided to show up at all.

With the approaching storm, it really felt like he didn’t care about me. Continue reading the 100 Word Story