What's The Opposite of Schadenfreude?
Greg stared into his weak rum & coke and swished the ice around. (Why am I even here?) Well, his friend was getting married. Of course he had to show up. He…
Greg stared into his weak rum & coke and swished the ice around. (Why am I even here?) Well, his friend was getting married. Of course he had to show up. He…
With a carefully metered exhale I unleashed a torrent of tiny bubbles over the garish centerpiece. Before clearing the table they caught a downdraft from the…
It looked so close…but… JFK launch site was so far Day break next behind the clogged sky And then the kiss Everyone claps No one can prevent the smiles The…
Nothing can be right in the world Everyone is the enemy Parents the absolute foe Furious words screamed Pricking deep, like thorns Tension always in the air…
The cake, delivered. Her dress, she’s putting on now. The crowd, they’re waiting. Voices always speaking. Words embodying anxiety. Killing Every Little…
A hacking cough tugged the ribbons from Marissa’s hands once more, interrupting her peaceful rhythm. She frowned at her sister, who smiled sheepishly. “I…
He left me in tears. The dress grayed as my skin wrinkled. ..............
She gazed into the eyes of her killer and whispered “I do”. ........
Slowly, she walked down the isle, arm in arm with her father. It was the happiest day of her life. She was about to burst with joy as she looked down the isle…
I stood there waiting, no longer needing the blush I had put on as my cheeks were now scarlet with embarrassment. I could only imagine how horrible I looked…
We stand here. You and me, me and you. My fingers cradle yours. We are in a full room but to us, we are the only people in it. ‘This is it,’ I think…
“When will you pop the question?” he asks me. We’re sitting around a table in the bar nearest the office, celebrating what must be the fifth engagement of the…
Sarah can’t help but look at me the same way she has for twenty three years: the cocked head, the squinting eyes, the shapes the muscles in her arms make in…
. . . . Under her bridal veil . . . . despondent sobs . . . .
Yesterday, I found out my sister’s wedding coincides with the apocalypse. I’ve known about the apocalypse for months now—in fact, I was discussing it with my…
Panic isn’t the right word yet, but it’s close. I know I shouldn’t feel like this. There shouldn’t be this pressure. It’s supposed to be the happiest day of my…
“C’mon! Do it!” The best man was tapping his fork against his Champagne glass. Cheryl winced, not at the sound, but at the thought of such an expensive, easily…
“She says it was the happiest day of her life,” she thought to herself. Her glistening gown was bright enough to be made of clouds. The sheer veil draped over…