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 …
“You got my package?” He leaned into the counter and watched as Hock brought the butcher knife down on a hunk of meat. “In the cooler.” Laying a few bills on the counter, he moved around to the swinging doors. He stood in front of the steel door of the walk in cooler for a …
She’d climbed on the bed on all fours like he’d asked and waited. Naked, the ambient air raising goosebumps on her skin, she waited in perfect position. Patient. He was nearby she sensed, but he stayed out of her direct sight and she didn’t want to break position to look for him. Why leave her …