Chris and I made it. He and the band wrote their next album that year with secret help from me. Chris would play some chords while I scribbled lyrics and hummed out melodies in our bedroom. Then he would take my ideas and his harmonies over to the guys. I had to help with writing,Continue reading “17 Years Later”
Author Archives: OSWANN
Breakfast
The thing about Kat is that I knew I could tell her all of my indiscretions and she wouldn’t leave the room deciding she needed to de-freind me in the name of loyalty to Chris. She didn’t care about my mistakes. In fact, I got the weird feeling she actually enjoyed them a little. “Girl,Continue reading “Breakfast”
By, Odette: Meeting Kat
It was one of those morning where the birds were singing so loudly that you wake up and realize that other creatures live in this world besides yourself. I snapped out of my trance to the buzzing of my phone and I grabbed it from the floor and silenced it quickly. I really wanted toContinue reading “By, Odette: Meeting Kat”
Goodnight My Love
I took off the smokey blue dress in the dark and slowly put on my clothes from the day before, then curled up on the couch and pulled the blanket up to my neck. I held the bright light of my phone in front of my face, then called Chris’s number, put it to myContinue reading “Goodnight My Love”
Shattered Windshield
We pulled up to the house and my friend jumped out of the truck declaring she was going to puke and ran into her house and slammed her door. Jake and I looked at each other and laughed. “She had a few more than I did” I said. “It doesn’t take much for you though”Continue reading “Shattered Windshield”
by, Odette: Perhaps There Is A God
I was getting a little tired of the angry lyrics and growling over heavy thudding beats and walked breathlessly from the dance floor to slide onto a silver bar stool, making sure I wasn’t anywhere near the awful vampire girl. My friend came and sat on the stool next to me. “Are you having fun?”Continue reading “by, Odette: Perhaps There Is A God”
By, Odette: Dancing
She drove a tiny little black Jetta down Second Ave, taking the traffic circles like they were a spinning ride at Disney World, and I looked down happily at her blue dress that she let me wear. I smoothed the fabric on my legs. “Where are we going?” “Well, there is a new club that myContinue reading “By, Odette: Dancing”
by Odette: What could be better?
The door flew open and I met eyes with the girl who lived here. She gasped and backed up. “No, no, wait, wait!” I shouted at her. She stumbled backwards some more and started to open her porch screen door as I hurried out with explanations tumbling out of my mouth as fast as IContinue reading “by Odette: What could be better?”
Blue Dress
As I folded the last of her laundry in a neat pile in a hamper next to the couch, I held up a powder blue dress with a zipper up the front. I dangled it in front my chest at looked down at it. Gosh, Kat’s style had improved, and she must have lost aContinue reading “Blue Dress”
Arriving
When I got there it was late and Kat wasn’t answering her texts or her phone. So I drove to her house and parked illegally on her street then made my way through her screened-in front porch to knock on her front door. There was a note attached to it so I immediately, thinking itContinue reading “Arriving”