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Whisker Burn

I’ve been anxious about my writing, or rather my lack of writing, so I’m challenging myself to write something everyday this week. It’s not block so much as a combo of laziness and disinterest. That’s a scary couple right there. I’ve decided to try adding to this poor tale that’s been plagued by the diabolical …

Good Stock

Old short.   — Irritation surged when boots nudged her feet apart, baring her backside to the men standing behind her. The bit cut into the corners of her mouth, a bitter reminder of her lot in life. No better than an animal, life had twisted and brought her to this place of shame. An …

Entrée

“Dinner is served.” The clink of silverware against porcelain should have grated her nerves. A porcine man to her left chewed with a vigor that rivaled that of the animal he resembled; nauseating in its sound and visual component. The woman directly across from her continued to drone on about her latest shopping venture in …

I Can’t Write Beginnings

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 …

Sunday Fantasy

For those who don’t follow me on Twitter, I’ve outlined my goals for the month remaining til my birthday. Here’s an old, unedited story that represents a top fantasy of mine while I taught. Figured it warranted a repost on this lazy Sunday. Celeste scanned the lecture hall when she entered and found him in …

Summer Heat

Andy’s prompt today. I swear I’m going to take a week and write only sweet stuff. My closet romantic is apparently deep in the closet lately, pushed there by my not-so-latent exhibitionist. She’s a cheeky, naked, brown-skinned girl with a nipple ring and tattoos if you walk by her open window. Topic for discussion: homophones taught/taunt/taut. …

Whisker Burn

Previous Part Shit, shit, shit. David beat his fist against the wall, not caring about the damage he was doing as he vented his emotions. He wanted to punch until his hand broke, maybe then he’d feel some semblance of peace. Not fucking likely. The confusion was burning a hole in the pit of his …