Rogue Casanova
September 25, 2013
I enjoyed the torment of desperation I saw in their eyes, all of them. Women, when they are desperate, are
I enjoyed the torment of desperation I saw in their eyes, all of them. Women, when they are desperate, are
“I’m pregnant,” I blurted out. I knew I now had his undivided attention, like when he was sweet-talking me out
I needed a shot of vodka, straight not shaken, James Bond style. If I didn’t get it in the next
I am former beauty (and drama) queen, better known for throwing tantrums than runway prowess. In my days as the
First published on Storymoja and Shortlisted for June Drama Photo Contest The bell knelled at last. Jimmy heaved a sigh
My BFF, Sharon, is mad about Jack dumping me for an obese, post-menopausal version of his granny. Jeez, isn’t it
When my fiancée of three days, after seven years of dating, called and told me that she wanted us to
First published on Storymoja for May Photo Drama Contest. For the first time in five years Florence bumped into Brenda and
(Diary of a Bachelor) Rings come just as easily as they go on, I thought as I inventoried the list
The epitaph on the grave she buried me goes like this: Here lies the control freak, self-absorbed SOB, egoistical commitment-phobe,
“How much does a judge cost?” my father asked me. “That depends,” I said. “Well, seems like that’s all justice
I came to the verdict that I loved her when, after so many nights of endless passion till the break