Scrap #10


“What if we never met, I never saw you crying in the rain, and you never had a fight with him? Would it be like this?” I asked. “Like what?” was her answer. “Having a one passionate night together, holding tight each other, warming a cold night together, enjoying a wonderful sex.” Read more?


Scrap #2


I looked around the room. It was a dim lit, blood red room with a few sofas and a bar in front of a big painting, filled with some lame lounge song. I tried to find her, but she was no where to be found. So I took a seat in the bar and ordered a glass of scotch on rocks. Suddenly, she appeared and sat beside me. Read more?