fallacy-bunny

I've already told you "I love you." The first time was cute, an almost rom-com moment mixed with the flare of lovable asshole-ness that pretty much perfectly describes you.  You teased me into saying it because you knew I was waiting for you to say it first.  You knew I had wanted to and that "you're my favorite" had been our code for months.  You made me say it and then wait the rest of the day, writhing in mental agony, before telling me that my putting up with your shit was exactly the reason you loved me, too. And I've told you "I love you" several times since then.  You don't say it as often as I do but I know you're more of an "action

But, by now, I'm actually living my life, free of you.

     Breathe.   Just breathe.  The shortness of breath starts to take away from your brain cells and your thoughts began to blur.  Breathe.  Just breathe.  It’s not worth it.  This work, these coworkers, these clients: not worth it.  Of course, you need to get paid and not have that stress but these meaningless brain cell deaths are not what you need.  Breathe.  One more deep breath.  Remember who you are.  Remember that you’re stronger than this.  No, really, you are.  “Don’t panic.”   Hopefully you giggled when I said that.  But, really, it’s okay.  Let’s remember good things.  Sing “I Feel Pr

          The young woman waited patiently at the bar, sipping her beer.  She would glance casually at the small silver watch on her wrist every couple of minutes, but she already knew the time in her head.  She flipped her hair casually to the side and took another sip.  She had found that red ales always settled better when she was on the job.  Her coworkers, for some reason, preferred liquor, but she supposed they felt this loosened them up enough to get the job done.          She simply preferred the taste of beer.          Today, her name was Alice le Carré.  She was an accountant from Terr & Phi Radiation on a business trip to talk

     Light.     Sand.     Water.     Salt.     Sir Luke Caen spluttered the sea water as all of these hit his senses at once.  Grasping at the wet sand, he forced his eyes to focus.  The pain that racked his body, the blood beginning to fill his mouth, and the sting with the salt water hitting his severely cut back meant nothing compared to his current objective.     Where was she?     He strained his eyes as he scanned the beach until he saw a mound of rich pink fabric.  The princess had hated that dress to no end but her father insisted she wear it on her diplomatic voyage to meet the prince of Chol.  The king thought it made he