"Who was that?" He hung up the phone and rolled his eyes. "One of the cleaning ladies. Her husband is a real dick." She grimaced. "How so?" "He beats on her. Real asshole." With his free hand, he grabbed a beer from the fridge. "I'm going to beat his ass if he keeps it up." … Continue reading Insignificantly Significant
Author: Bran O.
Tears in a Pillow (Graphic Content Warning)
Her back was turned to him. His even breathing, slow and relaxed, confirmed he had already passed out. She slowly rose from the bed, wrapped her robe around her body, gathered her clothes off the floor, and crept out of the room. She peeked into the partially open door of the bedroom next to hers. … Continue reading Tears in a Pillow (Graphic Content Warning)
Empty Eyes
"His eyes looked empty." She'd read that line a million times, heard it a million more. But she'd never experienced it. Never understood what it meant to have "empty eyes," until now. They were void of all emotion. Black. Hollow. Like the door to the abyss swung open right before her. There was nothing. Not … Continue reading Empty Eyes
Sweet Teas
The sweet teas sat, guiltily untouched, in their rightful cup holders. How dare they be so expensive. How dare she quietly ask him to "stop" when he started bitching about the cost ($4.85 for two larges) in a voice that made the baby startle and the drive-thru worker look at her with pity. She should have known better. His voice boomed, clapping like thunder in the small SUV as they drove away from Wendy's. She drove silently, desperately trying to keep her tears at bay so not to upset him even more.
Breaking My Silence: Intro
I am 36-years-old. I am a woman. A mother. A daughter. A sister. A cousin. A niece. A grand-daughter. An aunt. A friend. A girlfriend. A co-worker. A paralegal. A student. A writer. I am a fighter. A survivor. A warrior. A beautifully broken soul. It took fourteen years, five months, and eight days to “break” … Continue reading Breaking My Silence: Intro
10 Tips for a Happier You (AKA: Get your ass off that pity train & stop whining on Facebook!)
It seems never-ending - we are constantly bombarded by posts like these: "I've had such a hard life, that's why I'm a bitch" "Men/Women Suck because they keep hurting me" "Oh poor, poor me, my life is so horrible." "My life sucks." Ultimately, I keep thinking to myself how sad it must be to live … Continue reading 10 Tips for a Happier You (AKA: Get your ass off that pity train & stop whining on Facebook!)
The “Girls’ Girl” Fad
We all know that breaking others down to build ourselves up isn’t the ‘right’ thing to do. We understand that doing so puts us in the “mean girl” category. And I’m all for the idea that helping to build others up shows your character, and in the long run, helps us to build ourselves up … Continue reading The “Girls’ Girl” Fad
Upon the Wings of Intimacy
It was not just the way his fingers brushed her skin that excited her But the way he traced every scar burned into her soul without even knowing It wasn't just her body that cried out for him, lost in desire and lust But the most vulnerable pieces of her self that screamed his name … Continue reading Upon the Wings of Intimacy
Peace
fresh within a plethora of swirling thoughts behind the should have and should nots beneath the what ifs and hopes and dreams a spark has been lit with new life schemes a quiet comfort our silence delivers my heart races and my soul shivers so peaceful my worry, quiet my fear as always, when you … Continue reading Peace
Sing Me a Song
I feel like my brain is spinning out of control regurgitating secrets of a forbidden black hole the color of life seeps out of my pores the desire to hide resides here no more I'm coming back from the dead, opening my eyes unearthing the truth and dispelling the lies I've got fresh air in … Continue reading Sing Me a Song
Bits O' Bran 