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Archive for the ‘Gen Fiction’ Category

Subtle —

~ erotica ~ A beautiful woman and a handsome man, both dressed to the nines, entered the bar. The air was smokey, filled with the hew of cigars and the ting of a few naysayers who still insisted on their cigarettes. The couple found a table, their table, in a corner in the back, just […]

There There —

~ a moment of terror ~“There, there. It’ll be over soon.”My father would always say that when I was going through something horrible, something painful. Like when I broke my arm falling from the tree in our back yard. Or when every centimeter of my skin itched from the chicken pox but I couldn’t scratch […]

A Girl —

~ a story ~“He’s needs a girl.” We looked on at Kevin, smiling and chatting with the pretty sales girl. She was cute, likable. When we’d wondered into the little boutique, she’d tried to help Quinn pick just the right necklace, but Quinn’s style was specific. Nothing seemed right. The sales girl tried different styles, […]

See Me —

~ a story ~ I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t speed, my car now ceased from zipping in between other vehicles on our way to the restaurant. You started yelling at me, said my driving fried your nerves and was the act of a petulent child. With those words any of my inclinations […]

Running —

~ a story ~At its essence it was innocuous. Merely pieces of paper folded and secured together with two staples. At its essence it was small, easy to loose, simple to destroy. But it was all that it meant that meant so much to her and now means so much to me. Her passport told […]

I’m Fucked —

~ a story ~ Sometimes it’s obvious, immediate. As soon as you meet a person, or even just upon first sight, you know. Oh shit. Here we go again. Something about them, you’re not always sure what, but something grabs you, and in an instant you are done. You know you are destined for at […]

Watcher —

~ a story ~Behind it was the real me. Behind the clothes, the smile. Behind the lilt in my soft voice, the coy look in my eyes. Behind it all lived me. And I never let any of them see it. I was shy, quiet. I was never the first to do anything. I hung […]

Without You —

~ a story ~I travel down the path, the same one we took that cool October evening, when inexplicably there were still leaves in the trees that rustled in the soft breeze. I step down the path, slowly, intently, and think of you. The trees are the same. Each pebble of gravel in place. Yet, […]

For Me —

~ a dark thought ~ “I’m not answering your questions. Your questions are juvenile, amateur, rude. No, I will not answer your questions.” “Fine, then can you just tell me why. Why did you do it? Why? And to so many…” “Now, that is a question I will answer. It was… the sounds. “For me, well, I’m a […]

Fall —

~ a story ~ “Fall.”“No!”“What are you afraid of?”“Falling!” I stood at the top of the diving platform, daring to look over the edge. The pool looked much smaller from up there, a Dixie cup I was attempting to not miss. “Mer, just jump. You’ll love it!”“Shut up, Pike! I don’t need your encouragement.” What […]