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All At Once chap. 2

MONOTONY, WITH A VIEW


Bella led me back to a small conference room with bad fluorescent lighting where a project contract was ready for me to sign along with some guidelines regarding the requirements for the shoot. It was pretty basic stuff; we were going to some office/warehouse conglomeration in Brooklyn to photograph the offices and stock rooms for the parent company’s annual report. We also needed to do some head shots for the regional and branch VPs. Not a whole lot of creativity required and I knew this was going to be simple, but Bella seemed to be really excited about the project, and for the life of me I couldn’t understand why. Continue reading

All At Once chap. 1

LINDA LOMAN MAKES PANCAKES

The morning began as any other, like every other. Up until that inauspicious day, each one was an exercise in predictability. I’d wake, rise, use the toilet, and make my way to my treadmill in the spare room of my apartment to run my typical three miles. Then I’d shower and get dressed in my daily wardrobe of jeans and a t-shirt. Sometimes, I’d shake things up a bit by adding white Oxford shirt, or a navy blue button down with the sleeves rolled up, maybe a gray hoodie. Always the jeans though, I was a creature of habit. Continue reading

All At Once ~ PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

This isn’t a story about love or romance. This isn’t a story with a knight in shining armor who rescues his princess. This isn’t a story where the boy gets the girl. There are no rainbows, or butterflies. No pretty words or soft caresses to make the pain go away. The gentleman does not kiss away her tears, though the tears are many. This isn’t a story with a happily ever after.

This is a story about loss. And regret. And pain. And the havoc that was wreaked upon the lives of the innocent and unsuspecting. This starts with wonder and hope and curiosity. It begins with friendship and laughter and supportive gestures. Even seduction.

But it does not end well. No, not at all.

You see, the boy does not always get the girl. It’s a fact of life; something my father told me when I was just a boy and I had to watch my beloved pet and best friend die after being struck by a wavering car on a wet and rainy road.

Sometimes bad things just happen.

But what my father failed to tell me then, a lesson that I evidently needed to learn the hard way, was that sometimes those bad things that happen are completely our own fault.

This story is my story. It’s the story of how I began with everything, but ended with nothing, not even hope. It’s not a fairy tale, more like my own personal nightmare. This is my confession of how I broke the heart of the woman I promised to love forever, of how I tore apart two families, one being my own; of how I destroyed everything I held dear to my heart. I lost my wife, my children, my home; I very nearly destroyed my career. I alienated my friends and parents. I lied, cheated, and stole.

I did the worst of the worst to the best of the best.

My name is Edward Cullen, and I am an adulterer.