Sometimes it’s good, you know? I do it to see if I’m getting better or worse. I wrote this last March and figured I’d repost. On initial drafting, I had worries about how this would be received or interpreted. Really it’s just a story. And it’s a draw on the writing. I could feel you. …
Month: March 2014
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
Trying to get my mind working again. Her hands, so thin and delicate, slid up the outside of her thighs to rest on the bottom curve of her ass. She bent slightly at the waist, her fingertips caressing along the seam as her cheeks spread. “Show me.” She glanced over her shoulder, a flush heating …
I’m here. You know, in case you were wondering. There’s a follow up to Seat 19C wasting away in my draft box. If I can find some time (and 8-10 hours of decent sleep), maybe it’ll see light by the end of the week. My time in California is coming to an end (until I …
Leaning forward, I look myself over in the half mirror above the sink. Dark skinned Dark eyed Dark hair Average breasts Tall stature Natural hair All parts of me that make for a beautiful whole. I am beautiful. I AM beautiful. I am beautiful. I am BEAUTIFUL! Except… Except, I can’t help twirling my hair, or …
The city swallows me whole A comforting closeness A creeping isolation Strangers brushing by Arms, coats, bags touching Lives lived separately Space shared in proximity Get lost to be found here Immersed in, surrounded by Buildings and people A part of, apart from A city with a heartbeat I can feel in my chest
It’s a bit long, but I’m looking for help. Here are two unedited versions of beginnings for Hunter’s Gazelle. I’m asking for your opinion on each. Comments are closed so I’ll put a contact form for you to privately send your opinion. I’d appreciate the constructive critique. – 1) Sweat trickled down her face as …
Getting a story started. Hang tight. “Miss, you’ll have to hold your coat until after all the luggage is stowed.” “Oh, I’m sorry. I…” Missy glanced up from digging in her purse and the words died on her tongue. Her jacket was five inches from her face, but her eyes bypassed it to the tan …
“Man, she is so far out of your league you two aren’t even in the same galaxy.” True. Fucking. Story. Brad couldn’t deny the truth of Mark’s words. This girl was out of his league; it was there in the way she carried herself as she floated across the room. She screamed high-class and dignified …
So, without realizing it, my year anniversary flew past. I figured I should at least make note of the event and chit-chat a bit. I’ve wondered who I’ve become. I was under a completely different pen name and blogging site last year, but the threat of exposure forced my hand. Ultimately I have to thank …