Erin Nicole
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Anastasia
I met him in eighth grade. I was a southern girl transplanted to the Midwest. I guess my parents thought it would be fun to move to middle-of-nowhere, USA as the place to start anew. He was the first person to speak to me. It was lunchtime and he waved me over to sit with him and his friends. He seemed harmless enough. Jared was a nerd—or I should say he is a nerd. And, secretly, I was too. By high school I was lumped with the popular students while he skirted on the outside. He tutored me in English; I tutored him in math. My other friends questioned why I hung out with him. I guess he wasn’t cool enough. I never cared and neither did he.
By Erin Nicole4 years ago in Fiction
Rachel
Victor. That’s his name. Just Victor. I’m sure he has a last name; I never asked. There was no reason for me to. I’m highly aware that our love affair will only last the night. This is the first time I’ve done anything like this, but there I was in my sadness and I just needed to be touched. Not only touched, touched in a way that was loving, that required no commitment. It seems strange to say that I know this is not love, will never be love, but I am satisfied by it.
By Erin Nicole4 years ago in Fiction
