A Good Little Girl in a Big Bad World
Poem Like the echoes of a crumpled sketch I threw into a tin waste basket the beats of my heart continue. It is empty except for the ripped, wrinkled, discarded outlines of the...
Poem Like the echoes of a crumpled sketch I threw into a tin waste basket the beats of my heart continue. It is empty except for the ripped, wrinkled, discarded outlines of the...
Short Story “Seems horribly cliché,” I said. “What does?” asked Prometheus. He seemed offended. “The Greek God of time living in the most famous clock tower in the world — even I could’ve thought of...
Poem The day was hot, the night is long and wet but I don’t regret and I am not sad. Despite all the pretty faces and fancy clothes, emptiness is lurking, pages still...
Short Story ‘Get the nipple clamps!’ He shouted as he strained against the handcuffs, something popped inside the mattress. ‘Shit, Brad, don’t break the bed. Where are these…these nipple clamps anyway?’ Sheena teetered over...
Short Story The shock traveled up his arm and twinged into his neck muscles. Rippling like a predator cat, he slowly hefted the iron bar from the sticky mess between his feet. Flakes of...
Short Story The blow to the head and the resulting fall took the wind out of the Old Man. He groaned as he pulled himself to a sitting position. He wiped blood from his...