Monica and I met in our freshman year in college. We had both enrolled in the same history class and she occupied the seat beside me. We'd frequently make small talk while waiting for class to start, and It wasn't long before we became friends. Very good friends actually. We looked out for one another, studied together, watched movies, had dinner and went drinking together. We had sex, hot torrid sex. The kind of sex tha...

Sleep was elusive and fitful, at best, and when the music of my alarm started playing I slid carefully away from Alli, who was sound asleep, spooned into the shape of my body. I shut off the alarm and walked around to her side of the bed, looking down at her. I kneeled alongside the bed and very gently removed a lock of her hair that had fallen across her face, pushing it back, and then brushed my lips softly over her che...

We once had a lush garden, flowers don’t grow there anymore. Once pink carnations and roses, now only grass and weeds grow tall.   The sun was once warm on my skin, only cold rain falls today. A beautiful sunrise smiled at me and, the sunset took it away.   I see through the darkness, sparkling jewels winking at me. Daylight peeks at me once more, I see my stars have been set free.   Taking a deep breath in some cool midn...

A Year to Remember, Chapter Three This story is part of a series, and if you have not read the previous two chapters, it might help your undertsanding of the plot to read them first, before this one. It will make a lot more sense if you do. March I lay awake, worrying! My mum told me last night that we are going to have lunch with Patrick, Emma and Simon tomorrow. You know, the 'tousled head' that suddenly interrupted my...

February Three weeks later. I burst through the door and run up the stairs and into my room and shut the door. I sit on the edge of my bed, survey the chaos that I have made my own, and begin to cry. It is the first time since finding out that my dad had been killed in a road accident that I have been able to let my emotions out. Most of the people have gone now from downstairs. What had started out as a somber occasion d...

Chapter One: January It's 7.15 am on Monday morning. I wake up with a start as the clock radio on the chest beside me suddenly blares into life. I raise my tousled bed-head off the pillow to peek under the curtains. It is still dark. I hate January. Christmas, gone and forgotten. My birthday, the fourth, also gone, and another eleven long months without an excuse for presents. I groan inside and flip over onto my back, st...

My silly ways, shooting here and there like a pinball, I didn’t stop to reason what effect my actions would have, I didn’t stop to think. Sometimes I just go out there, thinking I’m so clever,Now I’m full of regret, wanting to turn the clock back, But I lost the key. I never wanted this to happen – to damage us, Now my size fives have crushed our rose underfoot, And I don’t know what to do. Even as I write, I want to reac...

Pit. Pat. More tears fell, splashed against the cardboard between my feet like dirt onto a coffin. In many ways, it was a coffin. As I reached down to open it, Ian grabbed my hand, his pretty face ashen, his wide blue eyes glistening with tears. 'No, don't...' I shook my head and tried to pull my hand away, but his grip was insistent. 'If you don't look then it might still...' I shook my head in exasperation. 'Jesus Chris...

It is always like this, she stays last. Not because she loses track of time. No. There is just not a lot to go home to. A long time ago her husband and her agreed to stay together until the youngest of their three children turned eighteen. When that day had finally come they got divorced and now this is her, alone. The day of the divorce she didn’t even feel sad, she felt it was a logical next step in their lives Just lik...