I don't know what quality of posts are coming in the future, but I thought I would post something from a creative writing class back during my undergrad years. I wrote this when I was 19 and now seems like a good time to share it.

She lay in bed, content with her life. He had called her today, like he’d called everyday before and now she laid there, she, he, and her best friend; three in a bed, three friends content to be. Her best friend was beautiful, with cute blond hair and a million dollar smile, but he didn’t like the cute one, he’d told her so-she finally had a chance. Letting down the barriers and coming from her shell, she had discussed this very fact with her best friend earlier that day; the fact she thought she had a chance, he seemed interested. Thus it was quite a surprise as she lay there in bed, and felt him turn away toward the vixen on the other side; pushing her toward the side, shoving her over the edge. She could feel their bodies moving on the sheets, denting the bed with their amour as they drowned in each other’s spittle. She could hear the smack of skin on skin and feel his arm moving over the other’s body-branding her as he caressed her friend. Her mind, unable to accept the truth, her emotions roiling insider her-she knew she had to escape. Run away before her volcanic feelings erupted, burning her body, her friends, the bed. The bed that was to small for three people-was any bed big enough for this? Her feelings funneled to movement, she exploded from the bed, the bed of Satan and his succubus and she a mere mortal burned in their fire-she escaped the bed and its dirty sheets on dirty people. She ran from the room, ran from the feelings, ran from the friend. She had forgotten that to feel was to hurt; to love was to cry. She had forgotten an unarmored back was as broad as a barn. Her friend, with a thrust through her spine had stabbed to her heart, reminding her of that truth of life. She couldn’t beat her beautiful friend, she, a medusa to the siren; her friend had reminded her to stay in her place, that men would always think with the wrong head. Fuck that. And fuck them.