Backhand Stories: The Creative Writing Blog

there were once three pretty cowards.

i fell in love with each, and every, one. of. them.

and then they ran. as i waved, then walked back into my house & wrote the stories they’d read years later and think to themselves, “fuck.”

or, “of course.”

but mostly,

“as loud as she was, as childish and inappropriate. at least she made me laugh.”

because everyone needs someone, even some stranger, to love them unconditionally for a little while.

i loved you unconditionally, for a little while.

the thing is:

cliff diving is a very dangerous hobby.


but then you get to say you dove off a cliff; and people will nod at you like, “whoa. impressive.”

i bet that was a rush.