Fiction

Going Up

His hands sifted through her hair. Just touching the strands sent the scent of berries into the air around them. The way her eyes seemed to glow in the low light made him tighten his grip in her hair. When she leaned over him, he spread his legs wider, giving her room to do what …

Don’t Go by the Stairs

Pink wax dripping down Cara in post titled Tap lightly

Based off of this photo prompt. A mix of fantasy/horror/gory/non-con elements. – She kept away from the basement during the winter because the cold drove the worst of them indoors. Terrible beasts. Carnivorous creatures that haunted the woods. The nightmares always started right before they began to appear below. This year’s nightmares had begun earlier …

Just Listen

A sketch for writing practice. – The crackle of the cigarette as he took a drag drifted to her ears. Her eyes moved to his face because she couldn’t help watching. He sucked, his cheeks hollowing, and then exhaled the white smoke into the air. It was a seductive sound, sexy in the way it …