Rinse, Revenge & Repeat

To whom it may concern,

My name is Ashley Kirk and my mother killed me.
I guess it began when Jordan passed. Mom and Will had date night and I had to babysit. I was twelve, he was four. Wasn’t that hard to watch him, and it wasn’t the first time. But it was the last.
I had a pizza in the oven for us, and I went down to check on it so I wouldn’t burn the house down, but when I returned, Jordan had drowned.
I hadn’t spoken a word since, and that’s when she started to hate me.
Six months later, we’re here. In this dump hole in the middle of nowhere, and I swear to God, this place has changed her. She was already a dick towards me, but now she is evil. That is not my mother. I mean, she always blamed me for Jordan. Never said it, but I heard it in her tone, saw it in her eyes, everyday for six months. But this……. THIS! If this is really my mom. I guess this is her revenge.
So, this is my plea.
If anyone ever gets this, tell my mother that I am sorry for Jordan, and that I forgive her for doing this. Read More

Fanatic

*Beep *Beep

“Oh, my God. Come on,” he yelled at the station wagon driving the speed limit.

When the old car moved out of the lane, the old driver gave him the finger as he sped past her. He apologized to the elderly lady with a wave, but laughed at her insult and continued on his way; bullying cars, switching lanes with no signal, swerving, speeding… Where’s a cop when you need one?

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Best G.O.T. moments in GiFs

Here is a special edition of my Top Tens category with my favorite show of all time “Game of Thrones”. With Season 8 just around the corner, I felt the need to share my favorite moments with you all. But stick around, there are bonus lists at the bottom. So, here it goes, guys… if you’re not caught up with the show–first of all, shame on you lol and second, leave now, this post contains hella spoilers. Read More

Obliteration, Part One: City on Fire

Another gem by Jodi Jensen

Jodi Jensen Writes

Abby stood on her
tiptoes and craned her neck to see through the cluster of soldiers riding down
the escalator. “Lance!” She jumped up and down, waving her arms the second she
spotted his face. She wanted to get closer, but the waiting area was packed with
the families of the other soldiers.

His
eyes met hers and he grinned as he hoisted his bag higher on his shoulder.

She
stepped back, out of the crowd, and let him come to her. It’d been a year since
they’d seen each other, but he hadn’t changed a bit. She, on the other hand,
was sporting a drastically different haircut, short and spiked, a new tattoo
with their son’s name and a leaner body as the last of her baby weight had been
worked off with her daily jogs.

Lance’s
face lit up as he emerged from the crowd. He dropped his…

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