via Daily Prompt: Flavorful Bitter isn't a taste for Judith, it is a state of being. Sweet George calmly sits with her on the porch and listens to the same complaints every morning. All about the school kids as they run and chatter past her yard. Judith always begins by poetically cursing their exuberance for … Continue reading They’ll Know Then (Flash Fiction Story)
So I got a tickle this week to try writing erotica. I am a huge fan of the genre but have shied from giving it a go because of past failures. My filed, dusty romance stories make me cringe looking back at them. But as I'm sure some cat poster somewhere says, "Failure is just a learning experience on the road to success". … Continue reading Sleep On (Bit of Erotica)
Mindless work. Burn and pull. Muscles ball and cramp. . Sweat out death. Soil and soul. Simple man, no regret. . Cog of life. Life is toil Lazy, an unforgivable sin. . Dreams long gone. Two girls born. Family means never quiting. . Prayers every night. Hug them tight. Wouldn't change a thing. . Rise … Continue reading Labor of Love. (poem)
The crack beneath the door is my world. The light sneaks in to comfort me, but leaves too soon. Whether it be an hour or ten minutes, I can't tell, but I feel blessed it comes at all. On all fours, I peer under my cell door to see my view of the wall on … Continue reading Celestial Battle in a Padded Cell (Flash Fiction- Adult content)
Before the night of my thirtieth birthday my life was on track. I was well on my way to becoming a productive member of society. A job, a house, a sweet fiance; I had it all. Then while drunk off my ass on Tequila birthday shots, I cheated on my fiance. Instead of just catching … Continue reading Vampire Girl Problems (Story- R rated)
There is something in my brain right in the back. Crawling, in pain, I tear my way in. It will leave a mark but it's an unavoidable consequence. There's no room in my head for foreigners at the moment. A circus of demons perform in my asylum, singing, dancing, and making a ruckus. I must … Continue reading Send in the Clowns (Poem kinda)
A ghost can be born of a terrible act. It tucks itself away in a victims head, undetected by the conciousness. Quietly haunting the darkest corners of the mind, until the day a thought is left to stray; unguarded. Latching on, gifting a slideshow of horrors then as quickly as it springs out, it goes. … Continue reading Winner (Poem)
Tickle cool pleasure across my skin. Please gift me with sighs of shivering sin. Wet all over, thinking only of you. Can't you see what you're putting me through. It's downright cruel. Why couldn't you have hung on. Gave warning. Or just trudged along until the part came where it'd be all better. But no, … Continue reading A Cold Touch (Poem)
I love this blog. I love reading other's blogs. I love having silly or serious chats with strangers and friends. WP provides me inspiration, confidence, and comfort. However I can count at least five distinct moments of gloomy insanity where I almost erased WP. Fortunately, I was saved by own lack of follow through with … Continue reading ☆Made It!☆
Softly speaking, softly stepping, slowly shriveling inside. Lies to keep them in line, in motion, influenced. Lies none the less. No closer to ascension then they were at birth. No closer to winning that silent eternal race of our race. No use. A higher rank of human, doesn't exist. Just variations of the same cunning … Continue reading Breakaway (Poem)
