A.

Joined October 2020

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A. writes creative nonfiction and fiction across a range of genres.

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New Job
It was a Thursday afternoon in July. She'd been looking for a decent job all summer. She lived with a roommate and her young daughter, and she'd lost a pretty decent job in April. Now, she was willing to do most anything. She'd been waitressing for a month or so, but that wasn't quite enough to cover her bills. Certainly not enough for her to go back to school.
By A.5 years ago in Filthy
One Monday
The texting began at 8:30 AM. A bit early compared to normal. I mean, they always shared good morning texts, but then would each do their work. Maybe a few messages around lunch time.
By A.5 years ago in Humans
Cuddles
This was the text. BABE, I NEEEEEEED CUDDLES! Thinking about it, the idea makes me sick. I'm someone's babe? She needs cuddles?
By A.5 years ago in Humans
Next to You
The sunlight barely peeks in as the buzzing of my alarm clock sounds. I'm next to you in our bed, but you barely move. Your breathing is deep, measured, comfortable. I can feel your contentment, can see your smile even as you sleep. Your hair is dark and vibrant and alive. You are facing me, you are covered but have one leg on top of the comforter.
By A.5 years ago in Filthy
The Chair
His office was just over a block away from her conference hotel. She'd been in meetings all morning. And they'd been messaging all morning, too. She had told him the day before that she'd be in town and inquired if they might get coffee.
By A.5 years ago in Filthy
Reception
The office was always quiet at lunch. They didn't schedule appointments between noon and 1. Of course, they'd be finishing up some at noon or after. And new patients would come in before 1. But, there was always nearly an hour of quiet. Of tidying up, of relaxing, of lunch.
By A.5 years ago in Filthy
Andrea and Wesley
The PR firm was Wesley's first job after grad school. Well, the first job he had properly earned, anyway. He'd been handed a job as grad school ended and stayed there nine months. But this job, this was his. It was in a new town, not where he'd grown up and not where he'd gone to college.
By A.5 years ago in Filthy
Black and Grey
She was often like this. No makeup, a simple grey tank top. A black hat to keep her dark hair under control. Her face was beautiful. Glowing with youth and promise. This new, simple life was anything but simple. Still, she loved it. Loved him. Loved them together.
By A.5 years ago in Filthy
One Evening
She wore a simple black dress and ankle strap black heels. Her skin glistened in the night air as they walked from his car to the hotel. Her hair was dark, her eyes a deep, mysterious brown.
By A.5 years ago in Filthy
The Plane
The plane was headed to a city not too far away, but one she'd really never visited. She was nervous, but excited. About a month before, she'd met him. Really met him. No, they didn't say many words then. But they'd been together.
By A.5 years ago in Filthy
The Desk
She had accepted the offer. She would be leaving. Her own office, an assistant, triple the salary. She could not wait.
By A.5 years ago in Filthy
Corner Room
The day was gray, dark, cold. The rain had followed her on her three hour drive to the city where he lived. She felt anxious and the weather wasn't helping.
By A.5 years ago in Filthy