Previously on Whores & Wives: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV “Do whatever you can to make this go away, even if that boy is telling the truth she was coerced into it.” I spoke in a firm voice, arms folded across my chest. “You know I … Continue reading Whores & Wives XV
Previously on Whores & Wives I, II, III, IV, V, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII I hung my head and traipsed through the hall where an elevator was waiting. I pressed the button for the garage and pulled my phone from my purse. ARE YOU AVAILABLE TODAY? I NEED A FULL BODY SPECIAL. I … Continue reading Whores & Wives XIII
Previously on Whores & Wives: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI "She’s the kind of woman who always covers her tracks. Trust me, she’s cooking up something in retaliation right now, I can feel it. I don’t know what it is, but I know she won’t stop until she makes … Continue reading Whores & Wives XII
Previously on Whores & Wives: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X (note chapter x was updated with changes, you'll need to go back and read it again if you've read it already.) “I told you officers...” I said, sitting on the couch holding an ice pack to my head. “I’m pretty … Continue reading Whores & Wives [XI]
Previously on Whores & Wives: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX It’d been a week since the funeral and I still hadn’t returned to work. Instead, I saw the girls off to school, Derrick Michael off to work, and I climbed back in bed with the goal of remaining undisturbed. Except my … Continue reading Whores & Wives [X]
“You’re sleeping with my husband!” It was 9:42 AM on a Wednesday, and my best friend was screaming this most horrible accusation outside of my home. “I can’t believe you! You… dis…loyal… bitch!” She shouted while banging her fists against the heavy oak door. She hit with such force that I swore I felt the … Continue reading Whores & Wives by Trista Daniell
I've always been a gentle person when it comes to dealing with other people. I know what it's like to feel unwanted, tolerated, and shunned so I make it my duty to treat others as kind as I possibly can because I might be the only kindness they experience that day. These days, people celebrate … Continue reading Kindness should be…earned?
See me, as I AM. NOT as men told me to be... mold me to be... scold me to be . Woeeee you say, to me. How dare I, be free? For the Law of Love has set me... but what of thee? Condemned by the very Law you use to disdain me. How can … Continue reading Blinded.
Can I get honest with yall for a minute? I've been that socially awkward girl as long as I can remember. These days, being awkward is like a badge of honor, everyone wants to be different...showcase their quirk...but social anxiety is nothing to showcase. It's a frustratingly isolating experience that you desperately wish to conquer, … Continue reading F*CK “FRIENDS”
We make love to the sound of cicadas singing at the rising of the morning sun. . 'tis glorious! . When our bodies dance in a Lust-filled trance and.... we exchange parts of ourselves for a few hours of exuberance... astronomical bliss! we make.... Love, in lust. -Trista Daniell @Trista.Daniell (IG) http://www.TristaDaniell.com
You say you want to be healed, But everyday you wake up You take a knife to your wounds And cloak yourself in the trauma of your pain. Refusing any alternative. You wail through the streets With blood stained garments Making a scene of your suffering every place you go.... A chorus of complaints arise … Continue reading You say you want to be healed, but….do you? Really?
You are a masterpiece! Divinely flawed! Imperfectly magnificent! Life giving! Soul stirring! Gnosis in flesh! You are! Shade in the Sahara. Warmth in the Arctic. Rain after a year long drought. Your strength is insurmountable. On the brink of death, you bring forth life... You are! The tick that makes the clock tock The axis … Continue reading MASTERPIECE
...and you'll know your wounds are healed when you can look back on your wounded self and feel: not anger, not sadness, not pity or pain; not regret not bitterness not guilt or shame; not brokeness, not hopelessness or any such things... ...and you'll KNOW your wounds are healed when you can look back on … Continue reading Healed.
He shouldn't have run. She shouldn't have gone. He shouldn't have worn a hoodie. She shouldn't dress like that. Look at his record, he was clearly a thug... Look at her past, she was clearly a whore.... He had drugs in his system... She was drunk and high... LOOK AT HIM! HE LOOKS LIKE A … Continue reading To those (men and women) who are more appalled by how long it takes some women to speak out when raped than you are at men who ACTUALLY RAPE (or the fact that it happens so often and for so long).
You can choose to let "it" break you or you can refuse to be broken. Easier said than done, I know, but the truth is what it is. Strength is a choice. Endurance is...a choice. Your survival? A choice. Most of us suffer more than we should because we choose pain over healing. Healing is … Continue reading Breaking point…(suicidal thoughts)
People out here suffering y'all. I mean like real live life or death suffering ...and all we worried about is who popping the most.... TF WRONG WITH HUMANS. (Self included). I'm sorry, I'm in my feelings tonight. Too many people I know and love are battling this ugly demon that is depression - alone - … Continue reading The Darkness….