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A Natural
Willie's room was messy, but to him, unlike his mom, it was organized chaos. For the ten years he was alive she would find a reason, at least every three hours or so, to come in and kvetch about tidiness. However, now she left him mercifully alone -too busy leafing through 23-and-Me's allele catalogs, while his father wasn't home, searching for a ( Read more... ) -
August-WEEK 1-Pure evil
The streaks of cerise in the evening sky made her feel like it was the end. Her fingers paused on the cold metal as she looked up at that violent hue in the endless sky. She cringed, cowered inside, feeling suddenly flattened by its expanse. Her shotgun hung from her hands, forgotten...
For in the horizon, bathed in that unholy red, a giant black ( Read more... ) -
April: Brigit's Flame, WK 2
PROMPT: Happy as a Clam
Warnings: dirty language, violence
This is what happened when I teleported Ash the Douchebag, my Dungeons and Dragons character into a 'modern' alternative reality.
Zombieporn (part 1)
Pleased to meet you. My name is Ash, and I am a douchebag.
Or rather the Douchebag. That's the glorious title I'd earned back in high school ( Read more... ) -
brigit's flame week 1: dog days
Dog Days
Their prisoner-captor relationship was evident: she was thin and pale and weary. She was stripped of that feminine power that comes with beauty, at least as far as it was possible. She wore no make-up and slouched. Her hair was pulled back into a plain ponytail.
He sat on the table top of his desk, leaning onto the palms of ( Read more... ) -
Supernatural ghetto voodoo detective story -Jan wk 1
"Hey man! Are you alright?"
"Fuck off" the drunk man whispered, not looking up. The driver briefly tossed his head and licked his lips, impatient.
"You ain't looking too good, white boy. You know you're bleeding, right?"
The drunk man looked up, his eyes filling with childish wonder. He touched his face. His fingertips came away coated ( Read more... ) -
DRINKS AND TANGO FOR THE INDIGO GENERATION -part 2
…and next to him, is my ride- a beautiful shiny black Ducati. A smile, albeit a wry one, squeezes its way through my poker face.
“Miss Anna,” he grins, following my eyes to the bike. “As soon as I heard you were coming this way I prepared this guy. Please be careful with him, his name is Douglass.”
“Very thoughtful, Mike, ( Read more... ) -
DRINKS AND TANGO FOR THE INDIGO GENERATION
The cues change. Ah. Earth to Anna, I think to myself. I’m now a hundred or so feet from daylight ahead.