Alison Goes to London: chapter 8 – Strangers in the Fucking Night

"After all that's happened, can Alison and Eva be reconciled?"

 “Are you sure it’s gonna be okay?” asked Alison. She was sitting in the back of a black London taxi, sandwiched between her parents.“Yes, honeypot,” replied her mother, “Professor Cuntslicker has sorted it all out. The black boy has left...

Just A Dream

"It doesn't always go as planned"

Abigail drove Ben's old Ford until she came upon the sign marking the field of poppies. She hopped out and grabbed his old typewriter and headed up the path to their spot where they became husband and wife. She was...

Such odd flowers, writhing like stormy clouds until nectar glistens. Still, though spoilt we lie, shadowed and mangled beneath them, a beautiful color of petal they have: sunset and sunrise blushed with dew.Our color!But Mother Gaia, what flower drops its...

Why The Flowers Are Red

"Two gods decided to bless an empty world with their love."

It was on the barren plains where they first touched. But touching is only ever the beginning.The two gods laid upon the ground, letting their bodies merge together in lover’s embrace. Their passion made the world move with every thrust,...

Alison Goes to London: chapter 7 – A Working Fuck

"Professor Cuntslicker is having a bad day. And Anna has a tea party..."

 Professor Emma Jane Cuntslicker, PGCF, FD, FRSF (Fellow of the Royal Society of Fuckers), sat slumped at her desk, weighing up the events of the week. Had there ever been a worse one during the course of her entire twenty-year...

Love-Hate

"When a doomed couple can't decide if I hate each other or love each other's bodies more."

It's this idea ofLove HateThat is ruiningmy fateMy reaction toyour faceMakes a complexpsychological caseIt's that hard look inyour eyesLike I'm all that youdespiseIt's their shade of softwood brownThat's what makesme frownIt's your skin oliveor whiteMakes my mind beginto fightBut the...