OnceUponATimeClub

 "You're doing it wrong." I look up from the towel I was folding to my older brother's angry face. "Doing what wrong? I'm folding towels." I go back to my business; first folding it in half the short way and then again and then turning it twice lengthways so it was neatly folded. It was the exact same way my dad did it and the way I'd been folding the towels for a year. "You're folding the goddamn towel wrong!" he shouts, grabbing the finished product from me. He throws it on the ground and a ripple of anger goes through me. "You can't do anything right!" "What the fuck is your problem?" I yell back, grabbing the now unfolded towel from th

The bottle was dusty except for the place on the neck where her fingers had wrapped around it. Even now she ran a fingertip along the label, a whimsical sigh slipping between her lips. "Chardonnay is my only friend," she whispered to the carpet and the toes of the man she'd just slept with. "Who's your friend?" The man tossed his dark hair out of his eyes as he pulled up the zipper on his jeans. "I have lots of friends," he muttered, looking around for his shirt. "Are you going to get up?" She rolled on her back, letting the bottle slip away from her like the memories of her childhood. "I don't think so. I think I'll sit here and dream."

"Hello, my name is Lillian and... I'm in love." "Hello, Lillian," the group of twelve said unanimously. The group leader, a small woman in every way with black framed glasses, smiled brightly. "Tell us your story, Lillian. We've all been through it. We can help you." Lillian looked down at her hands, folded on the podium in front of her. Swing dancers were shimmying around in her stomach and her whole body was starting to perspire. She felt like a can of 7-Up just brought from the fridge to the outdoors. "His name is Austin and he's nineteen, my age." She twisted the ring on her left hand to try to calm her nerves, to try to feel him with