Tip the balance in her favour
I created her. She began with a line on a little scrap of paper and now here she was. Here she was just standing in front of me. It was hard to think of myself as some sort of designer or architect....
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I pulled her in close as she walked away. I put my lips to hers as she shouted obscenities from across the room. I took her hand and led her to bed as she ran her nails down my back.She lay on the bed...
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Stop it. Stop believing that those consequences are too great. Stop thinking about what might happen after this and start wondering about this moment. Stop exploring that fiction and make something...
View ArticleThe onset has begun
I needed blood. Not a lot of it, just a little. I’d run a knife down my finger and licked the drops from it but it wasn’t the same. I was still twitching from the need and now I had a painful cut and a...
View ArticleWitch’s Tit (Part 8)
I didn’t look at Chloe while I played. I focused hard on the fretboard, concentrating on my fingers and willing myself not to hit a wrong note or lose my place.And then the intro was over and the verse...
View ArticleWitch’s Tit (Part 9)
I was violently shaken awake the next morning. I tried to bury my face in the pillow but it was pulled away and then thrown back at me. I turned over and opened my eyes to see Chloe standing above me,...
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Stuff and nonsense — part 10
It’s a slightly short one today.I’ve featured Denis Medri’s work before. Well, it seems that his ‘50s Batman designs are on their way to becoming a reality. BoingBoing has featured a step-by-step “how...
View ArticleWitch’s Tit (Part 13)
Obviously, it was all a dream. Obviously. I mean, yes, it was all very vivid and exceptionally relevant and specific to my current situation, but minds are funny things, aren’t they? Always playing...
View ArticleHow Do You Like Those Broken Dreams?
Anna put down her book. “I smell burning,” she said.“Isn’t that the sign of a stroke or something? Or a heart attack?” Darren didn’t look up from his game.“The radiators aren’t on, are they? Or that...
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