Sharlene Alba
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Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry MissBeautyBargain Facebook: grungefirepoetry
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Love Shadows: Part 6
"You've met someone, haven't you?" Elle Dubois, her closest friend in town grilled her from the next isle over in Phil's Pharmacy, and Lena immediately regretted being out in public with her. She had a nasty habit of seeing right through people, and Lena wasn't sure she was ready to tell everyone about Ethan. It was new, and exciting, she didn't want to jinx it. She didn't want it to be tainted by expectations or pressure. She wanted to do it right this time.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Love Shadows: Part 5
"I haven't been honest with everyone here. And quite frankly, I'm not sure any of us are being honest with ourselves anymore," Lena began her speech at her group therapy the following week, and her silent audience was an indication that they, too, could relate to the mess collecting and building inside of her. She made her son a promise. A promise that she could no longer keep avoiding. She needed to overcome the grief keeping her hostage for not only the perfect family she tried to keep together, but for herself. Lena had lost parts of herself she hadn't been in touch with since the moment Emmett walked into her life and claimed her heart and she intended on rectifying that mistake sooner rather than later.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Love Shadows: Part 4
Mother's Day in St. Cloud was in full affect. And it just so happened to fall on a Saturday, when her son didn't have school to distract him. Lena usually let him plan the day, and it occasionally involved them having breakfast in bed, followed by an outdoor activity, ending with them watching their favorite movie, Godzilla, and pigging out on popcorn and candy.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Love Shadows: Part 3
Lena's pain always tasted the same. It was the perfect melting pot of gut-wrenching loss and a bitter debilitating longing for something she'd never be able to have again. It was her favorite kind of motivation. The weight of it could either drag her down, or tempt the fighter in her to suit up, and push through the day, as if her heart weren't consistently breaking with every breath she took. Once Tony came along, she’d had no time to fall apart. Being away from him temporarily had been the tipping point of her surpression, causing it to hit her all at once and with full force.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Love Shadows: Part 2
Repression was a gift that had been passed down to her from her mother, Josefina Navarro, the queen of suppressing her emotions. She'd never seen her mother cry, or show any kind of distraught on any given situation. That was until Lena had shown up at her old childhood home in Houston three years ago, with half of her face beaten to a pulp, and a hysterical five-year-old in her arms.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Love Shadows: Part 1
"My name is Lena Samuels and I'm not dead, but I should be." Lena's statement left her new therapy group silent. She never wanted to come to this ridiculous place full of false hope. Her doctor had vehemently expressed his concern over her avoiding counseling and never failed to remind her just how important it was for other people to hear how lucky she was to have gotten out of an abusive relationship. Why he didn’t understand boasting about having to kill her husband out of self-defense wasn’t glorious, she wasn’t sure.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Toxic Delights: Part 10 (The Ending)
Elle never thought she'd feel this peaceful after being back in St. Cloud, Minnesota. Even the howling winds banging against the windows in Hazel's farmhouse, warning them of a nearby storm heading their way, did nothing to stop the stability she felt just by being near her friends. She needed this. More than she needed to be out there, facing the danger she used to let dictate her life.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Toxic Delights: Part 9
All of her training and field work prepared her for this moment. He was a sick man, acting on his impulses, risking it all just to gain the attention of the woman who ruined his life. Donald McKee chose the wrong target this time. She wasn't a little girl anymore, trying to survive in a dog-eat-dog world. Elle had been born a fighter, and that was how she planned on leaving this earth.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Criminal
Toxic Delights: Part 8
It'd been too long since she'd gone hunting for a thrill. Six and a half weeks to be exact. Most of her time had been spent on Carter, and helping him recover from his surgery. Hazel had stayed the first two weeks, keeping her sane while they both looked after their friend. As soon as Carter had recovered enough to start his physical therapy, Hazel had gone back to Minnesota, where Lily and Dante were waiting for her to return. She never mentioned a thing about what was going with them, but Elle could tell it was weighing heavily on her best friend. She didn't blame her. Her reputation as St. Cloud's wholesome coffee shop owner had been tainted, when word got around about the bodies that were dug up in her backyard.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Toxic Delights: Part 7
You've exceeded all of my expectations, Elle. You took the bait, and held onto it so desperately, I managed to blindside you, despite your keen sense of judgement. Sebastian Hale, Leah James, Happy Mike, Stella, and Noah Dubois. They were all pawns in a game you started the day you broke your vow of purity, and entered my lion's den. How does it feel to fail? Are your hands trembling yet? Do they feel the urge to wrap themselves around my throat? You're almost there, right where I want you. Don't let me down this time. Carter Murphy's life depends on it.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Criminal
Toxic Delights: Part 6
Being back in New York brought Elle back to a time where things were often murky and hopeless. Memories of the hell that was her childhood had flooded her mind the moment she and Detective Nieves landed at JFK airport, but she forced them aside on their way to their low-budget hotel and checked them both into the Kamway Lodge, which was located in Elmhurst, Queens, close to her old neighborhood.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
