Sorry that the stories have spaced out. I’m working 12 hour nights and it takes a serious toll on me. There’s a half-finished story rotting away in my draft box. It’s been there since January, the poor thing! It has so much potential, but I haven’t had the energy to finish it and I can’t …
Inspired by this post. — I’m not sure what to expect laying here on this table. The woman who led me into the room had pressed her hand to my lower back and told me to take my time removing my clothes. “Consider it a first step to releasing your self,” she said as she …
I realized that I have a few decent stories that I haven’t bothered finishing. Humbling The Proud and Whisker Burn are two. I’ve decided to devote time to completing and editing both. So, I’m hoping that reposting some of the stories will help motivate me. Another unedited section for you. — “Tessa.” Her name was …
You’ve made sensational claims about my personhood You’ve labeled me a novelty of sorts Skin a color, hair this short, curvy, tall girl Would you go out of your way to taste me? A fruitful goddess you’d devour Take a bite? Not so fast! Friendly may mark the attitude of some deities, but I am …
Brad watched his friends cluster around Pat, the man blushing a little as they ribbed him. Another around of beers appeared supplied by the waitress. The way the guys all followed the sway of her hips made Brad chuckle. Not that he could blame them, the skirt she wore barely covered her bottom which jiggled …
They call me easy. Lower case ‘e’ and filled with all the implications that word implies. A derogatory term meant to shame me for the way my legs divide. I make fools of their shame because I own it. I own my easy ways. Easy in the way I lift my hips. The judgment pouring …
I’m working on Hunter’s Gazelle. If you don’t remember that story, don’t worry. It’s one of two I promised myself I’d either edit or finish on my 30 before 30 list so I haven’t talked about it in a while. My thoughts are on beginnings. What makes a good beginning for a story? The first …
So why not? What if she said yes on her own terms? He trailed his fingers down her face and she felt that jolt again. That nagging voice in her mind reminded her that she shouldn’t hop back into his bed, but her body was practically panting to let him have her like only he …
“So, there’s this British guy that I adore.” She let her hand play along his collar, tugging at the stiff material and grazing the skin of his neck with her nails. The noise of the pub buzzed around them as she teased him by pressing closer to his side in the booth. His hands stayed …
My confinement continues without a foreseeable end. As of yet, I do not know how I came to be in this dark place only that I cannot escape. Even with my ability to open my eyes, I am still unable to detect much in the murky darkness, which adds to my feeling of hopelessness and …