Part 1 and part 2 Accidental novel – “Welcome.” A voice behind her sent her heart leaping from her chest to lodge on her throat. She cleared it well enough to scream so loud her ears rang. Scrambling to the side, her back hit the wall. A little man wearing a black vest and black …
My immediate family isn’t very large. I have a host of half siblings, but when my father died visiting that side of the family decreased to once every 5-10 years. My older (maternal half) sister never really cared for me. By the time I came on the scene, she’d pretty much solidified her place as …
This started as a story about The Crane Wife, but it got too long so I cut it. It was meant to be for the poll I did on twitter on a story about an obscure fairytale. Perhaps I’ll come back to this and do the rest of the tale. – Out in the woods, …
I’ve always struggled with feeling like I don’t deserve things. Relationships, nice things, happiness, love… I don’t know if I deserve those things. When those are things easily taken away, or have been taken away, so I must not be worthy of those things. It makes me think about how privilege plays a role in …
Come, church, cuffs, cats. I had so many Cs in my head that instead of picking one, I’ll talk about a few Cs Cunt The first c that popped into my head this morning. It drew me back to the mindful masturbation bit. I was thinking about how those times you just sit and stroke …
A bit of Smut today. B is for Badly Behaved. This is a story I started in Zak Jane Keri’s workshop on Dicewriting. – Brett was fuming, but trying desperately to hide it from their guests. He plastered on a smile as a tiny, white haired woman approached him. “Lady Margaret, lovely to see you …
What a way to start, but an apt one considering I’m undertaking a month-long challenge. Anxiety is a friend of mine. It has its roots in trauma, childhood trauma specifically, but we’ve all had some form of it or another. My anxiety has never been clinically diagnosed, but my family and friends are well aware …
A continuation that’s trying to work itself into a longer piece. Part one – The madam cut her loose, letting her body fall to the grimy floor with a thud. Eyeing her, the woman’s expression was a mix of pity and distaste. “You certainly ain’t worth the price he paid, but I never turn down …
April showers bring May flowers? Wait… I’m a bit early for that, aren’t I? Well, feel free to frolic in the field anyway