The living room light was on when Alyssa got home. Alice was still up, paintbrush in one hand, wine glass in the other. She didn’t notice her daughter appear. The canvas she’d been working on was a swirl of white...
art
Laura Dowd entered her apartment and grinned from ear to ear as she was greeted by moans and slick, slapping sounds of flesh on flesh coming from her bedroom. Her fiancé, Jim, was undoubtedly in her bed watching porn, again....
Blindfolded and left in darknessI sit and silently hold my breathWaiting for something to comeOn the edge of life and deathI feel you moving near meComing closer, but you don’t touchMy nerves are on fireEvery sense is just too muchHe...
A deeper love
"Fleur blossoms when she meets the girl next door"
Parking, I notice her, she is just standing in the yard next door looking at me. She is willowy, with blond hair, and strikingly good looking. So much like Phoebe. My heart lurches with the memory of my first love.Our...
A Deeper Love – Part 2
"Fleur's feelings for Andie deepen."
Drifting awake, I open my eyes and see Andie sitting close by on a chair, naked. She is drawing, charcoal I think. She smiles, radiantly, and I melt.“Morning, lover. I couldn’t resist drawing you,” she says in a sultry way.Lover,...
i.I couldn’t write anymore. It just wasn’t happening. You know what kind of writing I mean: the allegedly laudable kind. The kind I did back in the day, when I was too young to know or care about my limitations...
It was a late night and Raine was tired. She looked down at the expensive flower arrangement in her hand and pressed the apartment's doorbell for the fifth time. No answer. Only when she turned to walk away did the...
Paris Palimpsest
"Masterpieces fade away, quick as free ink flows"
All tales of her innocence are lies. I swear and always will, that all of it was her fault! Hers, and her idiot father's. Truly, he was the fool who left her too long alone, with too many books. It...
Mieko: A Catalogue
"Portrait of the artist"
The Great Kings of Persia“A phrase keeps going through my mind: The Great Kings of Persia.”“What is it? Is it a story? A poem?”“It’s nothing,” she said. “Nothing at all. Just a phrase. A title.”“Storm drift. Something. It could be...
