Fuck. What happened here?
Cate got mad at me.
So she trashed your place?
Yeah.
I didn't know she was crazy.
Yeah.
How did it happen?
I just came home and it was like this.
She broke into your apartment and just trashed it?
Yeah.
Thats crazy.
Uh-huh.
Are you going to clean it up?
Yeah.
Thats fucked up. I'd make her clean it up. Did she do it because she was mad at you?
I didn't call her back or something and she thought I was cheating on her.
Are you cheating on her?
No.
Fuck.
Yeah.
Are you going to break up with her?
I don't know.
You don't know? You should totally break up with her.
Yeah.
Do you have any beer?
She poured it all on the kitchen floor.
Fuck. Let's go out.
Yeah.
I started this blog to give myself the opportunity to practice writing. The goal was to write four stories a week. I have really enjoyed the creative outlet. Now, I have invited some friends to also contribute stories and artwork. The author is identified at the end of the piece. All (most) of the writing takes the phrase "once we were lovers" as inspiration. Critical feedback is welcome.
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