Snakes and Ladders

by Bailey Summers

(This is a story written to and about a good friend Wren Phoenix, both written and posted with her permission.)

Have you ever had one of those shitty fucking days. Yeah you’re right, I guess we’ve all had them. But It seem I’ve had 52 years worth. They say that you can never find true happiness unless you’re true to yourself.

You know there’s a part of it that really wants to believe that. But it’s harder than hell…yeah, harder than hell because there were times I’d have cut a deal to fix myself.

Where Simone and Michelle make new friends and discover useful ways ways to supplement their incomes.

Give me a high five!

Something to Declare by Cyclist

Chapter 36

This is the last one for a few days. I am off to dance and play and drink ALE.

MISSING

I leave behind the usual clutter
Of unfinished business,
Regrets, and roads not taken in life

I also leave my heart poured out on paper
Undiscovered glimpses of my life
To be enjoyed by any who find them good

Or perhaps to be ridiculed,
As being to soft and light for the modern world

Whatever the fate of my work,
It seems petty, in the face of the poetry
Of my true and final resting place

I say now to those who might care for me
“Do not look for me in the harsh lights of the city
Nor in the cool foothills of the mountains
I have gone home to stay”

Bridges: Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Sam…

The guys stay with me as Constable Mitchell calls the tow truck. The guys get ready too Eli is going to stay here with his boys and look after our places and Brandon and the rest of the guys go and get their stuff on and Their motorbikes to come into town with us. I catch a ride in the cruiser with the Constable as he orders the tow truck to be taken right to Armstrong insurance. He does smirk at the guys following us through town seven big guys in leather and denim on big motorcycles rumbling through town.

Evanescence 5.

Part 5

“OMGdss! Shit!, shit, shit, shit!” I repeat over and over as I rush through the trailer hopping into a colder than I like shower and get f-ing shampoo in my eyes and then drying off and running into my room and start to delve through my meager closet.

Of COURSE, SHE is there and with every choice I make she’s going.
“Nope, I don’t think so, too flirty, too dowdy, too butch….”

She is having waaay too much FUN with this.

Something to Declare by Cyclist

Chapter 33

And life carried on. I needed new bras by now, as I was steadily expanding my attributes. Not hugely so, at 35, but they still pleased me, and Geoff seemed to like them.

Images

Chapter 16

The thing about sharing the loving and tender moments when afterwards you should be making love to your other half is that sometimes there’s just the fact you have to get back to your real life. Taylor and I hug and kiss and very passionate neck for about an hour or the rest of the hour before we hold hands back into the diner and get back to work.