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Fiction: It Was Mutual (99 words)

I guess this is goodbye. I know—neither of us wanted it to end this way. If we could somehow make it perfect, I know we would—but it’s not fair of either of us to conform to the other ideals of perfection, now is it?  No, we have to admit that we are simply not right for each other.

So—No hard feelings, right? We will have good memories of each other and look back on our relationship fondly, but if any kind of luck is on our side, we will never have to see each other again.

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Posted by on April 25, 2017 in Stories


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Fiction: Legal Theft Project–Heartbreak (295 words)

“Perhaps it’s just better if you don’t know.”

The words echoed in her ears, even though he’d said it almost four hours ago. Eight little words, each individually she had known since she was in elementary school. Words she’d used without even thinking about them more times than she ever could have counted. But in that order. Coming from his mouth. Who knew they could make her feel so much?

The first instinct was rage.  The patronizing tone of that sentence. She was an adult, and she could decide for herself what she was and wasn’t ready to know. He had no say in the matter.

The second was sadness. The understanding that he wasn’t going to tell her—that he had done something or knew something that was about to shatter everything they had—and he didn’t even have the balls to own up to it. She was going to spend the rest of her life wondering what it was that ended this relationship—and that left her with an emptiness that was never quite going to get closure.

And of course, desperation. The desperate, pathetic desire to rewind time to only an hour ago, to before she saw the picture, to before she started doubting, to before those eight little words, to when she felt genuinely happy.

But then she knew that wouldn’t be any good either. The picture would still exist. The seams were already there, just waiting for the pressure to be applied.  She’d been living a lie for goodness only knows how long. Even what she thought was happiness was fake.

So, last, she felt resignation. He wasn’t going to explain. She couldn’t make him without hurting herself any worst. So, this was it. Time to go.

“Perhaps you’re right.”

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Posted by on September 20, 2016 in Legal Theft Project, Uncategorized


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Fiction: Pity Party (169 words)

Jack sat quietly alone in his apartment.  It had actually happened. He and the woman he still considered the love of his life were officially divorced.  Everything had been signed and sealed and finished, and he didn’t know when he was going to see her again, if ever.

They had made the right decision.  He knew that, he understood that.  But that didn’t mean it didn’t still hurt.  That didn’t mean he didn’t wish that it could be so much different than it was.  That didn’t mean he didn’t still love her.

Jack took a deep breath and came to a decision. Tonight, he’d have a pity party.  He’d take the battery out of his phone, then drink until he couldn’t see straight, and spend all day tomorrow nursing the hangover he was bound to develop.  But after that, it was a new week, and he had to get his life back on track.  Because if he fell apart now, then this ‘Right Decision’ would be all for nothing.

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Posted by on May 16, 2016 in Stories


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Fiction: Dividing Things (427 words)

Jack and Olivia sat on the opposite sides of the kitchen table. They knew this was going to be hard.  They knew that there was a lot of things that had to be done, a lot of things that had to be considered, and that if they couldn’t come to an agreement, things would get nasty fast. Neither of them wanted this to get nasty.   They still loved each other—probably always would—but they just knew this had to end.

Olivia was going to get the kitchen furniture, but Jack was going to get all the pots, pans, and the fancy knife set. Jack was going to take the bedroom furniture, except for the antique vanity table that once belonged to Olivia’s grandmother. The living room furniture was junk anyway, so they were just going to get it thrown away.  Jack was going to be responsible for the selling of the house, and after the mortgage was paid off, the remaining money would be split evenly between Olivia and Jack.   There were a hundred other little details that they all hashed out and typed up.

Jack picked up the printed copies from the printer, and handed Olivia one of the copies. “Okay.  It all looks good to me, but have your lawyer look it over just to make sure that it is all above board.  I’ll do the same, and we can make an official appointment to sign it all properly and what not.”

“Sure,” Olivia tried to put on a brave face, “of course.”

“Hey,” Jack reached out a hand, looking concerned, “I know you’re not really okay, but are you okay-ish?”

Olivia took his hand, and let him pull her in for a hug.  They had agreed they had to stop doing that, because it was just going to keep making this harder, rubbing salt in the wound and what not.  But right then she didn’t care at all, she needed him to hold her close.  “Yeah. It’s just—this was supposed to be our home, Jack. Our Forever Home.” She mumbled weakly.

“I know,” Jack sighed, “I feel it too.”

Olivia took a few deep breaths, steadied herself, and pulled free of Jack’s embrace. “Okay.  I’ll give you a call when my lawyer says it’s all good.  Probably sometime next week.”

For one second, it looked like Jack was going to grab her back, hold her tight, only one thought away from calling off the whole divorce.  But then the second passed.  “Right. Sounds good,” He smiled, “I’ll talk to you next week.”

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Posted by on April 27, 2016 in Stories


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Legal Theft: Thursday Night Shopping (431 words)

The best part of living in a small town is that word travels fast.  After good news or tragedy, only one of two people had to know, and the word spread like fire.  People would line up to congratulate you, or they would steer clear of topics that you don’t want to deal with.  So when they called the wedding off, Allison didn’t really have to worry about going to the store.  True, she’d get some sad looks from Mrs. Andrews behind the counter.  And her daughter Courtney would probably say something a little tactless, but that was what six year olds were for. But no one was going to ask her how Willy was doing, or if there was anything else they could do to help her get ready.

But the down side of a small town was there was only one store that everyone frequented. If you needed dish soap or fresh vegetables, there was only Andrews’ Store to go to. So, when she rounded the corner into aisle two, Allison almost ran smack into the same man who she was irrationally hoping that she’d never see again.

“Allison. Hey.”  He straightened up from looking at the sponges on the bottom shelf. There was an awkward silence, while they considered each other.  “How are you?” He asked, wincing even as the words came out of his mouth.

“I’ve been better,” Allison answered honestly, deciding that if he wanted her to pull blows, maybe he should have been a bit more tactful in his breaking up with her, “Worlds better, if you must know.”

“Right.”  William sighed, “Right of course.” Another awkward silence, this time accompanied with awkward shuffling of weight from foot to foot.  But Allison was determined to wait him out.  She wasn’t going spend her life running away from him. “I’ll just go, shall I? I can come back later.”

“If you want,” Allison sighed.  She was inwardly grateful, she didn’t know how much more she could take, but she didn’t want to let him know that. William set his stuff down on a random shelf, and all but ran from Andrews’ Store.

Allison gave herself a few seconds to take a deep breath, before heading to the counter to check out.  She tried her best to smile at Mrs. Andrews but she wasn’t sure she’d managed it.

Mrs. Andrews reached out and put a hand on Allison’s.  “That alright, baby girl.  You show him you don’t need him.”

Allison couldn’t decide whether or not it was a good idea to stay in a small town anymore.

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Posted by on April 13, 2016 in Legal Theft Project


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BEST OF: Break Off (927 words)

Originally Posted: December 11, 2014

Clark ran both of his hands through his hair, scratching at the back of his head a little more viciously than he had to, before letting his hands fall to his lap.  He sighed, and focused on his fiancée—ex-fiancée—for a moment longer than his temper could take.

“Why?” He snapped, a little more harshly than he wanted to.

“He’s…He’s under my skin, Clark.  And I love him.” She didn’t look at Clark directly, but instead stared at the beautiful diamond ring that she’d set on the table in front of him when she’d started to explain that she couldn’t go through with the wedding, that she was going back to William.

“So—did you love me at all? Or were you just marking time?  Or using me to force William into action?”

Lisa looked hurt at Clark’s word, which only made Clark feel angrier.  What right did she have to be hurt in this situation?  “Of course, I love you, Clark.  I never expected this to happen.  It almost didn’t.  I was going to marry you and I was going to be happy, but I would always think about William and the ‘what if’ of him, and I don’t think it’s fair to you, Clark. I don’t think it’s fair to you if I marry you while I’m still in love with someone else.”

“And calling off the engagement thirteen days before the wedding? You think that’s fair?  Asking me to move back in with my brother while you keep our nice apartment because you can’t keep it in your pants? That’s fair.” Clark was on his feet now, pacing.  He was so angry, and there were no good choices for letting that anger out.

“I never cheated on you, Clark.  I never did, and I never want to, which is why I think this break up is best.  And, I only suggested you live with your brother because you do have family in town while I don’t.  But of course, you’re right, I’m the one at fault here, I will go stay in a hotel and you can keep the apartment.”  Lisa replied calmly.  She was too calm about all this.  Couldn’t she at least work up some tears? Look somewhat sad that she was cutting Clark out of her life?  But no—her response to anyone’s anger was to turn to stone and act logical.  He hated that about her.

Well, no, he didn’t. He thought it was a nice counter balance to his life. But he wanted to hate her so much.

“Of course I’m going to Bruce’s!” He yelled, because he couldn’t have spoken calmly if his life depended on it. “I can’t afford this place on my own and you don’t have any one in the area to move in with.”

“Well then,” Lisa replied in that level voice, “I’m afraid that I don’t know what you want from me right now.”

“I want you to not be in love with anyone else.  I want you to tell me this is all a really cruel joke and then go away for a couple of hours while I calm down.  Then I want you to come home to our apartment and I want to marry you in thirteen days.”

Clark’s voice cracked in his rant, and it broke Lisa’s calm.  “Oh, Clark.  I can’t do that for you.”  There was almost a desperation in her voice now.  “I wish I could, but I really can’t do that for you.”

“I know!” Clark threw his hands into the air, and then fell back into his chair, picking up the diamond ring with both hands, moving it slightly to send the shadows of ring moving on the table.  He tried to look up at Lisa, his voice calmer, “I know.  I just…”  It was too hard, so this time he talked to the engagement ring for a wedding that would never happen.  “Here’s what you can do.  You can leave, for a couple of hours or whatever.  I’ll call Bruce and Diana and I’ll get all my stuff out of here tonight.  None of the big furniture is mine anyway.  I’ll leave my key under the mat, and I don’t want to see you for a while, Okay? I’ll call my people and you call yours, get back what you can for a late cancellation on whatever. Keep track, but don’t contact me.  When I’m ready to talk to you—we’ll figure it out then, but for a while, I just can’t.” Talking to the ring was easier, but his voice was shaking.  She needed to leave, now.  He wasn’t going to break down in front of her.

“Take the night,” She insisted, “I’ll get a hotel for tonight, and go to work from there.  I’ll stay away until 6pm tomorrow.  Do you think that will be enough time?” Clark didn’t trust his voice, so he nodded, still focused on the ring.  He didn’t move while she got up from the table and moved about the apartment, gathering things together.  He didn’t even look up when she reappeared in the door way, looking his way.  “Well, I guess, Goodbye.”  She said softly.  He still didn’t move, so she turned and left.  He waited until he heard the lock on the front door before setting down the ring and reaching in his pocket for his phone.  He wasn’t even ashamed to admit that he was sobbing by the time his brother picked up on the other end of the line.

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Posted by on April 1, 2016 in Bekah Beth's Best Of


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Fiction: Kick Out (790 words)

“You promised–you little fucker, you promised.”  Michelle wanted to throw something–but she knew that breaking something in this apartment would hurt her more than it would hurt him.  Almost everything in it was hers. Maybe she should have taken that as a sign. “Why, huh? Why could you have given me a ten second phone call to say we were through before you fucked her, huh?”

“It’s not like that, Chell, I didn’t expect it to happen.  I didn’t know it was going to happen.  I didn’t want to lose you.”  Alex was smart enough to stay on the opposite side of the Kitchen Island, but he did lean towards her.  “It didn’t mean anything.  It was an accident.”

Michelle laughed, although she wasn’t sure why. She must have been bordering on hysterical.  “You don’t accidentally fuck someone, Alex.  Someone can shock you with a kiss–or you can get groped or accidentally grope in a crowded party, but you don’t accidentally fuck someone.  It’s just not possible.”

“Please, Michelle, please.  I know I made a mistake.  But it meant nothing, she meant nothing.  You’re special.  I don’t want to lose you.”

That was the second time he’d said that, and Michelle just shook her head in disbelief. “You don’t get it Alex.  I’m gone.  You lost me the second that you fucked her.  All I asked was that you don’t cheat on me.  That was literally my only rule, and you broke it.  We’re done. All that’s left is deciding who gets what and whether or not we’re selling the apartment.  I’m done with you.”

“No,” Alex moved around the Island so fast that Michelle barely had the chance to take a step. He ended up trapping her in the corner next to the sink.  “No, Michelle, please, we can’t be over.  I’m begging you.”

“Back up, Alex.”  Michelle wasn’t hysterical anymore.  Her mind was now crystal clear. “Alex, back up now.”

“Not until you give me another chance.” Alex stepped forward and grabbed her upper arms, holding her fast and hard.  “Michelle, please give me another chance.”

“Let go.” Michelle said as levelly as she could, reaching slowly for a fork on the counter.

“Michelle.” Alex gave her a little shake, and she gasped in pain as her back was pressed hard into the handle of the silver ware drawer.  Alex let her go immediately, backed up a few steps. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Michelle grabbed the fork firmly, prepared to go for the eye if he came near her again. “Get out. Get out now and don’t come back.”

Alex started as if he was going to say something but then seemed to think better of it.  He turned and headed out of the kitchen.  Michelle stayed perfectly still until she heart the front door open and close.

She crossed the kitchen and grabbed a knife out of the block before she went out into the rest of the apartment to make sure he’d actually left.  After checking out the window to make sure that Alex’s car was gone, Michelle went around locking all the doors and windows.  It was amazing the difference a few minutes made.  She went from angry to absolutely terrified.  She’d never been afraid of him before–not like this.

She didn’t even realize that she’d gone for her phone until she heard Adam’s voice saying “Hello? Michelle? It’s almost midnight.”  Adam was one of her best friends–an all-around good guy. She knew he’d be there for her.  It also didn’t hurt that he was six foot four and she’d seen him pick up a drunk Alex and throw him over his shoulder like it was nothing.  “Michelle? Are you there?”

“Adam?” Michelle’s voice cracked, and she realized that she was closed to tears.

“Michelle? Are you okay? Can you hear me?”  Adam sounded a little frantic.

“Alex and I got into a fight. I kicked him out.  I’m afraid he’s going to come back.”  Michelle’s voice was shaking.

“I’m coming.” Adam said, he voice sounded slightly muffled, the way it did when he held the phone in place with his shoulder so that he could do something with his hands. “Do you want me to stay with you or do you want me to bring you back here?”

“I don’t know what he’ll do to the place if he comes back and finds the place empty.”  Michelle admitted quietly.

“Alright.  I’ll bring a bag. I’ll stay as long as you want me to.” Adam reassured her, “It’ll be okay.  I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”



“Don’t hang up the phone.” She wasn’t even ashamed of the fact that she was practically pleading

“I won’t,” he reassured her, “I won’t.”

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Posted by on May 25, 2015 in Stories


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