Love Hurts!

I'm just going to preface this and say this work is fictional. When I read it in class people immediately thought I was writing about myself.

Enjoy! Mr. C didn't like it so I'm curious to know what your thoughts are...
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You love me. You want to protect me and have a family with me. I am your world. When you look at me, you say your heart races. You love the soft, slightly husky sound of my voice and you tell me you feel safe when my arms are wrapped around you.


When you look at me, I look at your brow, jaw, nose and lips to tell me what kind of mood you’re in. I listen to the timbre and pitch of your voice for the sound of any discordant notes. When you put your arms around me, I am afraid.

You push me into furniture and walls, down stairs and through windows, draw blood and break bones. You encourage the lies to cover the bumps and bruises from those who could see the real you. You don’t love me. You want to possess me.

Private Dancer

This is a scene that I'm going to use in my book
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She leaned against the bar, vodka mojito in hand, and looked out at the bridal party stuffing $5 bills down the male dancers’ g-string. Why on earth did I agree to come out with these girls tonight?


Since moving to Toronto 5 years ago, Vicky had completely reinvented herself. She’d lost 50 pounds, successfully established herself as a highly sought after freelance photographer, purchased a 1,400 square foot condo overlooking the lake, made a few friends and dated frequently. To her friends and family back home, she seemed to have it all.

She checked her watch and realized that if she left at that moment, she could make it to her condo with 10 minutes to spare before the opening montage of Saturday Night Live. As she looked up, the bridal party was hooting and hollering at the newest group of dancers making their way on stage so she picked up her handbag and left.

As she pushed her way through the crowds on the sidewalk on her way to the subway, one lone tear escaped but she quickly brushed it away. So she kept going - past the long line ups with the trendy people hoping to get into the clubs, past the patios with people spilling out onto the street and past the restaurants with happy couples sitting in the window.

Then, she saw him.