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Stories of Heartbreak. There is no exact limit to the length of a story, though we encourage you to shoot for something in the ballpark range of 350-850 words. No tasteless smut or junior varsity pornography. No senseless bashing of the opposite sex. You may submit your real name, a nom de plume, or simply leave it anonymous. We would also like to include your city and state (or country). To avoid any serious threats of libel, we urge that you change the names of your characters. Neither I, nor Knox, nor David, nor Hank can really afford a lawyer right now. Please include a photograph of some kind to accompany the story. It may or may not be the photograph of the character in question – photographs are open to your interpretation.
Heartbroke Audio. Send an MP3 of a song, along with the title and the artist. Then tell us a story in a couple hundred words or less. When did you come across this song? Where were you? What were you doing? Who introduced it to you? Why is it particularly sad or heartbreaking? Rock and roll.
Images. Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words, right? Or at least someone clever came up with that. In any event, sometimes a picture is all that’s necessary to tell an entire story, set the mind ablaze, or turn your insides into butter. If it hurts then it’s worth it. If you’d like to include a sentence or two along with the image, we’ll let you get away with that.
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I think she went by Tiffany……
I met her in Seattle in my prime, like so many others. I was about 20 and in my mind as wise as any 30 year old. She was a really pretty Asian girl, I think Korean. She made me quiver, like a woman does when she comes, when I thought of her. I always had “A thing” for Asian girls, which I have discovered is a common trait among white men.
She was from Eugene, as was I and we had made out, or whatever in Seattle. I maintained contact with her and decided I would meet her at the Oregon Country Fair that Summer, and show her the “Real Country Fair.”
I drove at mock speed about 5 hours to get to Eugene and was really excited to see her. I was drinking energy drinks like they were water for the high I guess.
When I arrived at her Parent’s house, we took her Volkswagen Bus after gaining their approval. We drove to one of my childhood best friends house to plan for the weekend. She seemed to take a special interest in him, although I didn’t really notice it at the time.The next day, we drove to the Coast and stayed the night. She wouldn’t even cuddle with me, I felt like an ugly monster or something.
She said, “I am not going to sleep with you Justin.” I was like, OK, I just drove about 600 miles to see this chick and she wants nothing to do with me.
She told me later….. My Buddy reminded her of her ex. At the Fair, she was just looking for him, my friend who never really had much luck when it came to Women. I gave him the go-ahead with her, but he declined, either out of friendship or insecurity, I will never know the truth. It sure hurt at the time though.
JC