The Truth

January 21, 2011 in "You", By Author, Misc, PG13, PYO, Rating, Savi Smith, Short Stories

Don’t try to act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.

Memories

January 15, 2011 in By Author, Misc, PG13, Rating, Savi Smith

Sharing some memories

From the Funeral to the Party

January 1, 2011 in Andrew Wallace Chamings, By Author, Misc, PG, Rating

“God is not in the forces, Sir,” Liza interrupted, rising in her seat once more and removing her shawl, “God is the forces”

Little Bits

October 26, 2010 in By Author, Misc, NC-17, Rating, Savi Smith

A collection of three short “scenes”.

Why I love you

May 13, 2010 in By Author, G, Misc, Rating, Savi Smith

She studied my face thoughtfully and asked, “Babes, why do you love me?”

Deflated

May 6, 2010 in By Author, Misc, PG, Rating, Savi Smith

What does the line between childhood and adulthood look like? A diploma. A car. Indelible ink. A paycheck. An assault.

When Celebrities Influence..

March 4, 2010 in By Author, G, Misc, Rating, Savi Smith

I confess.. I wore “Hammer pants”. I listened to The New Kids and vowed my undying love to Jordan Knight. I still use the word “like” and the phrase “ya’ [...]

Two pieces of paper

March 4, 2010 in By Author, G, Misc, Rating, Savi Smith

Every one of us knows what it means. You don’t have to be a cancer patient to know. And every patient who gets chemo will see it at one time or another. Every time you sit down in that chair and await the needle, it goes through your mind: is this the day they’ll send me home?

Who are we??

March 4, 2010 in By Author, Misc, R, Rating, Savi Smith

I watched a documentary not too long ago about a woman who left her home country with her husband and 4 children to come to America. They’d been in America less than a month when every member of her family was killed because of their skin tone and religion. And yet, when asked if she regretted making the trip, she floored me with, “I will never, ever regret that.”

I was supposed to be a boy

March 4, 2010 in By Author, G, Misc, Rating, Savi Smith

I was supposed to be a boy. Yes, I was. My daddy had prepared himself for a boy, complete with Alabama football helmet and football shaped booties. I was also supposed to be born on August 31.