Posted by Alex Clermont on May 1, 2013 · 2 Comments
Andrew McCarthy thought he found his other half. His other half didn’t agree, and since their break up he’s been moping around his apartment reliving the past. That stops the day his best friend Donald brow-beats him into being a groomsman at a wedding.
The day is filled with events, both tragic and funny, which make Andrew think about what it means to have family; to find love and to lose love. He’s forced to confront what it means to find someone who fits him, like a missing rib.
Category Missing Rib, News and Media · Tags alex Clermont, author, fiction, humor, indie, introspection, literature, loss, love, marriage, missing rib, romance, romantic, self-published, short, story, wedding, wit, writing
Posted by Alex Clermont on April 15, 2013 · 6 Comments
Maybe I should’ve gotten that Redbull. I debated the moot point for a moment. What I correctly guessed as the last twenty-four hour convenience store on my trip down the I-95 was thirty minutes behind me. I had missed my opportunity to get a caffeine pick-me-up, but my mind continued to wrestle with the past. I slipped deeper into drowsiness.
Category In General..., P.O.V. · Tags adventure, ex girlfriend, love, point of view, road trip, short, short stories, short story, sky, south carolina, space, stars, stories, story, teacher, uncertain, uncertainty, vulnerable
Posted by Alex Clermont on June 15, 2011 · 8 Comments
“Sex is Not Love”
She wanted it to last. Forever would have been nice. She wanted to be loved. To know she wasn’t alone. Eventually he came, then left.
Category Random Fiction · Tags 5x5 fiction, alex Clermont, consumerism, fiction, journal, love, poverty, publication, sex, short, stories, story, submission
Posted by Alex Clermont on April 14, 2010 · 3 Comments
Dear Person I Don’t Know,
As a kid I tried my best to stay away from mirrors.
My reflection stared back at me one day, and I realized that I was not very attractive: pimples, an overbite, twenty extra pounds. Made uncomfortable in my own skin, I smile when I remember my first attempt at love with a skinny brown girl I cared for, but didn’t know very well.
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