Sticking to What You Know

"A novice erotica writer seeks the advice of his girlfriend"

“So,” Patrick asked, “what do you think?”Belinda sucked her lips in and held them, stifling a chuckle. As with their budding relationship, she wanted to nurture her boyfriend’s nascent interest in writing erotica, so she thought better than to laugh...

A Little Morning Prep

"Emma provides a bit of oral motivation while Kellen preps for his business presentation"

“... and we continue to see promising momentum in our Gen Y-factor line, where sales increased 22% in the quarter, with strong demand evident for the retro-styled merchandise. These successes underpin our confidence in the direction of our model. Over...

The Totally Accidental Time-Tripper 2: Double or Nothin’

"Charise is back in the 80's and in (double) trouble at the porno shoot"

“Boo!”Charise jerked forward in her chair, bumped from behind. She sputtered and spat up the soda she had just sipped, spritzing it on her desk and legs. “Dunlop! You asshole!”“Apologies, Charise,” the professor chuckled. The white-haired, wrinkled kook backed up...

The Totally Accidental Time-Tripper

"Charise stumbles onto the set of a film shoot while time-tripping in 1985"

The not too distant future…“Boo!”“Shit!” Charise yelped and jumped in her chair. She glanced back and snapped, “Stop doing that!”“Only if you stop falling for it,” Dunlop chortled, leaning his chin over her shoulder. He smiled, further crinkling his wrinkled...

Caller Unknown – Chapter 2

"Willow's phone conversations with a stranger make her recall memories from high school"

Three days later, Willow sat at her office desk, head tilted and propped up against her palm. She scrolled randomly through the strange phone’s screen. There wasn’t much there, just the bare bones of icons. No message app, no contacts...

Caller Unknown – Chapter 1

"Willow answers a call from an intriguing stranger on a mysterious cell phone"

Willow emerged from the morning scrum at the cafe counter clutching her ritual espresso in one hand and her bag and phone in the other. Luck was with her when she spotted her favourite bistro table vacant by the front...

“More chocolate cake?” She raises the knife and waggles it, the razor-thin blade catching the light. I glimpse my reflection as I gaze into the gleaming steel and smile. “Oh, no,” I say, pushing aside my dessert plate, cleaned of every last...