“Forgive me, Father…” He knelt on the hard ground, the rough stone digging into his knees. Staring up at the crucified Jesus. “I have sinned.” Crossing himself, he shifted so he created more room beneath his robe. He tried to tamp down the thoughts that bubbled up. The peek of breast he’d seen as a …
Draft from 2014(!!). As part of the short stories I was writing inspired by the show titles of the Hannibal TV series. – His fingers slid under her skirt to press against her pink panties. Their table was empty, everyone else spilled onto the dance floor. When he leaned in, his mouth close to her …
Someone stumbled upon my blog by searching Hannibal and Will non consent. If you’ve seen the tv series, you’ll understand the characters. If not, it’s a reference to Hannibal Lecter. Anyway, I chuckled at the search and then my friend challenged me to write it in a serial. I’ll give it a try. Go here …
Today I don’t feel like doing anything I just wanna lay in my bed Don’t feel like picking up my phone So leave a message at the tone ‘Cause today I swear I’m not doing anything Nothing at all The Lazy Song by Bruno Mars
“What do you got on our angel?” He’d taken to calling her that out loud. To himself she was his angel. Eight days in and she was haunting his dreams as he expected. She’d become less a dead puppet on a string and more of an ethereal being, an avenging angel demanding blood. His partner …
Too much thinking about the news and the things women deal with… – “Hey, baby.” He jumped in front of her, but she jogged around him. She let her music drown out any lame pick up lines he may have lobbed her away. He was far behind her after a few steps. Ridiculous, she mused. …
The sound of wood scraping across tiles greeted him as he stepped through the front door. The closer he got to the kitchen, the louder it grew. Something made him hover just out of sight of the open doorway, anxious as a moan filtered through the air to him. He couldn’t look and see her …
This is one of many posts I’ve thought about for years, but have never written. I’ve talked about it a little, but never put into writing the wonders/fears/weird thoughts. I’ve always thought I’d have kids by now. Dreams about a sweet child waiting to be born from my belly were staples of my teens and …
No one should have to bury a child. The words haunt as he sat across from her mother. Can you watch a person age? He has, he did as he recounted what happened to this woman’s daughter. Torture was written in the creases that lined her face more and more as they talked. “Someone gunned …
As she reared up over him, her hair draping around them like strands of dry wheat, her breasts bounced and flopped like low-hanging fruit. His hands itched to feel those round apples. Squeezing them so the flesh would bulge through his fingers. She’d tied him down though, preventing him from doing little else except watching …