April Vickery : Writing

Coffee Shop

Coffee Shop

A Story by April Vickery


Friday 3:57pm I grab the door of the coffee shop entrance and pull the steel handle towards me. The copper bell held onto the long push bar inside o..
Silence Is Golden

Silence Is Golden

A Story by April Vickery


Where other people have a brain that is a small mound of grey colored mush that controls the body, I have an office.
Soul: Free to good home. Slightly tortured. Needs a Little TLC

Soul: Free to good home. Slightly tortured. Needs ..

A Story by April Vickery


"Don't stop writing." This is the condition for the condition my condition is in currently. So, here I am with yet another journal. Pleather. Pink. L..
Bus Ride

Bus Ride

A Story by April Vickery


I had my headphones on pretending to listen to the my iPod. I had turned the music down and had been eavesdropping since 42nd street when the man had ..
Breakfast

Breakfast

A Story by April Vickery


He’s still sleeping. We had a rough night. That was A LOT of tequila. He really impressed me. I’m a drinker. I’m a big girl. He&rs..
Coming out of the closet... the first time!

Coming out of the closet... the first time!

A Chapter by April Vickery


I made a vow once before God and my family and friends and I broke it. I am a horrible person. I ruined not one but two relationships, uprooted ..
Sleepless

Sleepless

A Story by April Vickery


I hate when I lay in bed and my mind is racing and can’t stop on a subject. I hate it because I don’t lie to myself very well. I know it..
LOVE AND LUST

LOVE AND LUST

A Story by April Vickery


She’s so beautiful. Every time I look at her, I feel like I should be thanking her. I don’t deserve her. She’s so intelligent. She..
That Smell

That Smell

A Story by April Vickery


You know when you get the first taste of the high? You can swear that you hear your heart beating in your ears. Your hands shake and your blood runs..
My Best Friend

My Best Friend

A Story by April Vickery


The support group welcomed me every week even though I never shared. They didn’t mind. They understood I wasn’t ready. They had all been..

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