The Last Man on Earth: A Survival Romance

by Shae Sanders

For the loneliest people in a room full of others. May you find the one who truly sees you.

“Why you always needing me to do something? Fuck!” I shake my head. “Let me rest for a second, damn.”

this is women in general lmaooooo!

“Are the sticks wet?” I tease. His head snaps up. “You wanna try?” “Nope. Too busy enjoying the show.” “How ‘bout you enjoy that shit with your mouth closed,”

We got too much shit goin’ to be out here creating excitement like that.

My mouth is dry now, so dry I can’t even swallow.

“They’re coming!” he yells. “Damn. Do you ever think positive?”

I was so tickled!!! because I see both sides clear as day!

I like a hygienic woman, that’s for damn sure. That’s one reason I love black women so much.

Sundays; I got spaghetti and fried catfish.

finally someone that see Spaghetti and Fried Catfish as a meal!!

Maybe it’s a trauma bond. Shemari be sayin’ that shit so much, I had to look it up.

“Stupid ass name.”

Maybe we’ll fuck in my dreams.

“The last thing I’ma do is let you starve out here.”

The main character be like, ‘I’m sick of this shit. I’m movin’ out the hood tomorrow.’ Then he gets shot in the neck.”

“Well since you’re in the mood to do stuff, can you also help me take out my sew-in?”

“Now. Go get in the house.”

lmaooo this is hilarious because IYKYK....

“Ain’t nothin’ to be sorry for. Matter of fact, run that back.”

“I’m not trying to be disrespectful,” I mutter as her eyes rake over my body. “I just don’t know how to turn it off.”

I don’t give a fuck about no back home. Ain’t no back home. It’s just us. Right here.

"How long are you going to make me wait?"

Then why you actin’ all babe in the woods?”

Staying quiet about bad shit ain’t never stopped bad shit from happening.”

all the pieces are heavy when you’re carrying them bitches for fifteen minutes.

It was him or me.

“You like when I play with it.”

You stay still and let me work.” My tongue teases the shell of her ear.

Fuck. I can’t die out here. That ain’t no kinda death for a rapper.

“Somebody’ll come for us,” I murmur. “Right now, you cum for me.”

“Beat it up, Daddy.”

I’m ‘bout to cut that bitch up so you can have some bacon in the morning.”

“They might be coming to help us, but I’m still a nigga.