“My brain is fucking broken.” He slid his hand up the back of her thigh, stopping to rest his fingers along the crease where ass and thigh meet. “I’m not sure anything will help.” She pressed her face into the mattress. “I’m not sure any of my creativity is going to come back.” She lifted …
Feeling a bit rusty so I’m trying to get my brain going again. – She rolled over and groaned at the hangover clouding her brain. Her breasts felt like heavy weights on her chest, hanging down like over rip fruit. She groaned again and buried her face in the pillow “Good morning.” Glancing over her …
Writing exercise. – I lost enough that I don’t feel too bad about killing people. The government turned me into a trained killer, and I made a career of being able to take a man down from just under two thousand meters. The military owned me and my trigger finger for fifteen years. When I …
I’ve always considered writing more than a hobby. It’s my form of communicating because often I feel like I’m not a good communicator. The other part is I can’t seem to say how I feel or what I’m feeling out loud well. When I write it out, it makes sense. For the longest time, because …
This is the story of the box. A truth or folk lore, it has roots in ancient Aztec history. Discovered by a small enclave of Coixtlahuaca on a hunting expedition, the natives were captivated by the discovery. The box was decorated with raised swirls and lines that glowed red when touched. They couldn’t open it …
Trying to get my brain reordered so I can write other things. – It’s a packed train. You look convinced that I can’t tell it’s you touching me. The slide of your fingertips along the seem of my tight skirt is so fleeting, surely I can’t tell. I know it’s you. I turn my head, …
Unedited, shortie. To help with the block. – He kissed her hard, biting her bottom lip before grasping her hair to yank her head back. The way her eyes widened behind her glasses made him hard. He rubbed the growing bulge as he urged her to her knees. She locked on to his hand as …
Got a couple prompts.this is a sketch. – “So there I am, standing on the J train when a smoking hot girl brushes against me. There’s no other places to stand so she cozies up to me. She’s got this sexy secretary vibe going on. I’m talking pencil skirt and tight white blouse that I …
Displaying a body of work Staring at empty canvases Wondering when ideas will coalesce Will the product please the painter?
Stifled my mind is clouded bubbling and roiling a creative ocean too stormy to produce I simply ride the high waves and pray for the shore