Alexandra F
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I write to give myself an adventure & if it's fun perhaps you will enjoy it too.
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Ending up alone
If I end up alone, I won't be surprised. I used to hope for things. Of course, then I was a child. I got old enough to like boys. My first ex was a disappointment. He once told me if my boobs were bigger we could do more with them sexually. I was already an insecure B-cup. I eventually left him when he pretended to be interested in someone else who turned out to be his sister playing her, then acted like he was going to kill himself if I didn't stay with him. This was the same ex who manipulated me while I was on vacation into staying in from going to the beach with a friend. This was why it only lasted four months.
By Alexandra F6 years ago in Humans
A Pagan Life
It was one of those sunsets where you could make out the shape of everything in the skyline. She sat there on her aunts' porch in her aunt Elizabeth's old rocking chair, sipping iced tea to commemorate the both of them. They were her Secondhand Lions great uncles when she needed them. She even inherited the house from them. Thank goodness there was no mortgage on the house. They'd paid for it outright, leaving Evelyn with only the monthly payments to take care of. Since she was an online journalist, it was easy enough for her to take care of that. They'd each married men who turned out to be not as savory as once thought, divorced them and made a decent sum on the bargain in both cases. They met back up and decided to buy the house together in case they ever needed each other. It had strted out like Practical Magic, except there was just her, no sister. It was a cross between that and Secondhand Lions. Instead of a pig and some dogs and a lion, there were cats. She'd gotten real good at cleaning out a litter box. The rule was one cat per person, that way there was someone to clean out each litter box.
By Alexandra F6 years ago in Humans
A Pagan Life
It was one of those sunsets where you could make out the shape of everything in the skyline. She sat there on her aunts' porch in her aunt Elizabeth's old rocking chair, sipping iced tea to commemorate the both of them. They were her Secondhand Lions great uncles when she needed them. She even inherited the house from them. Thank goodness there was no mortgage on the house. They'd paid for it outright, leaving Evelyn with only the monthly payments to take care of. Since she was an online journalist, it was easy enough for her to take care of that. They'd each married men who turned out to be not as savory as once thought, divorced them and made a decent sum on the bargain in both cases. They met back up and decided to buy the house together in case they ever needed each other. It had strted out like Practical Magic, except there was just her, no sister. It was a cross between that and Secondhand Lions. Instead of a pig and some dogs and a lion, there were cats. She'd gotten real good at cleaning out a litter box. The rule was one cat per person, that way there was someone to clean out each litter box.
By Alexandra F6 years ago in Filthy
Slayer Savvy
Name's Sascha. I'm not as well-known as the male resistors. Yes, we're all made and resist the strain itself. We rebirth into our next lives with no memory of being made, but a strong sense of duty to our last left purpose as we died. We can't remember that unless we Awaken, which is the process of remembering all our lives. I'm reborn from Ileana, not Illona, Jusztina Szilagyi Tepes.
By Alexandra F6 years ago in Horror
Tori to Alexa
Trader Joe's and Aldi have a certain sentimentality to them. So do Journey and Bryan Adams. Certain landmarks in Central Park: that bridge we walked on during the wedding, that gazebo he proposed in when it was raining, that archway hung with vines we walked through. I remember that.
By Alexandra F7 years ago in Futurism
