Espresso Stories, 6/19/2011

Maybe the reason she practically lived in the movie theater was because she thought that maybe, someday, she can be sucked into the world on the giant black screen and escape all her terrors and fears at home.
Or maybe she just really liked theater popcorn.

She looked at her new school schedule and scoffed at the first class of the day, written in plain a simple text: Forbes.....Room 21.....Religion. As if that was something they could teach.

He wondered if Jesus new how big God's world really was before He set out to save it. And if He did, he wondered why He didn't beat Columbous to it.

She always blushes when I call her my trophy wife, but I don't think she remembers that I won her in an intense company-wide mini golf tournament.

Her fingers are stick with caramel and her mouth is smuged with chocolate, but she likes to remember that it's summer and she's no designed to be plastic in the heat.

‎"moooom I want to buy her!"
"who?"
"herrrrrr!"
"son you're not allowed to buy people"
"but moooom if daddy does it why can't I?"

we can't save the earth, it's gonna be here for another 4.5 billion years regardless of what we do. but we can give in to human nature and selfishly save ourselves whilst playing the facade of 'saving the earth'. y'know.

While all the people marching down the sidewalks were hoping to save the earth he drove through the streets in his big ass hummer just hoping to destroy it.

‎"Please write legibly." She didn't give a shit about what the test directions were. She thought in scribbles.

she huffed and she puffed and she blew his house down. and then he ejaculated.

He straddled his bike and took off, the tattooed road belonging to him and only him.

Circling his arms were an array of tattoos that the entire cast of Miami Ink couldn't reproduce, and he worked at the gas station down the street just so he can say he has a job.

Because no matter how many cuss words spew out of my mouth, no matter how many fights I start or fights I end, no matter how many little girls I make cry, I will never be as much as a bitch as you are.

‎"Why were you avoiding me?" "I was testing to see if you forget me."

A friend is a person who you absolutely have to talk to even when you don't have anything to say.

"What does family mean to you?"
"I guess it has something to do about blood or something..."
"...I'm on my period...if you want I could bleed on you."
"That's gross."

His teeth are are cracked and the lower half of his face is bloody; a vibrant reminder of the fight that happened just a few hours ago.
As she grabbed more tissues to rub her eyes with, he reaches forward towards her from his bed, clumsily knocking i.v. tubing besides him.
"Hey. It's okay. I'm okay."He smiles at her again, and her heart is trampled inside her chest, but she can't help but smile back underneath another tissue.

"It's too long." Was a phrase he never meant to take as an offense.

He woke up just in time to see the sun running away from him.

Because when you give something a name, it makes it that much harder to cut open--or in this case, break up with it.

Very quickly her life had gone from being an exclamation point to an ellipses.

Gay. gay. gay. gay. gay. gay. gay. He repeated it silently to himself thousands of times. And for a moment it became just another syllable. For a moment it didn't mean anything. For a moment it didn't matter that he was. gay.

I only went with you that day because I thought I could hear the faint sound of a heartbeat beneath your lies.

"This is the guitar I never learned to play, this is the sweater I've never used and this is the wife I never loved."

My mother never taught me what to do after something like this, but she had taught me well nevertheless. So once the winds had died down, I went into what was left of the kitchen and ate a banana.

She looked down at her unshaven winter legs and the borrowed business sock and realized that if it wasn't for the slight arch in her foot she'd look just like her father.

Martha wiped her free hand on her cargo pants and tightened her grip on the metal pole as the streetlight took off like a seagull, carrying her off into the starless night.

Because, darling, you make the minor chords in my life sound not only haunting, but brilliant.

"Seriously, cool it, bro. I know you like her cause she's a gamer chick, but I'm pretty sure your princess is in another castle."

No matter how many times it happened she was always surprised when the sun managed to set...and doubly so when it managed to rise again.

‎"I... think I have feelings for you." "Cool, what kind?" "Huh?" "There are lots of feelings. Disdain, curiosity, admiration, itchiness..." "Oh, definitely itchiness."

"Go to college in Virginia? I might as well go to college in vagina."
And that's how she knew she was definitely not ready to graduate high school.

--Mark, Julie, Julia, and Patti