New life Stories

“I’m sorry, but we just don’t know.” That phrase, and its myriad variations, was one I’d heard a lot in the past three months. That’s how long Liz had been in her coma. She was driving home late from her office, and then… something happened. Her car went off the road and flipped multiple times. The injuries were severe; multiple broken bones, internal bleeding, a lacerated liver, and more. A traumatic brain injury had pla...

That wasn’t the last time that we had sex; far from it. If Allison felt the need, she would initiate, and I usually responded positively. If I felt the need, she never turned me down, no matter how tired she was. I was never cruel with her, always making sure that her body was ready with my fingers before we began, and she usually came at least once. But I used a condom every time, and we rarely fucked facing each other a...

Waking up under a bridge not knowing where you are, is a pretty damn scary feeling. All I remembered was having a terrible argument with Tim which had turned into a knock-down drag-out fight. I’d thrown a beer bottle at him — then damn if he hadn’t thrown something back at me. Or was that when he kicked my fat ass out the door? Whatever, I’d finished under a bridge in some nasty ass clothes with ratty hair, hungry as hell...