She took the towel he offered. And then his hand. White gown, still pristine in colour, if not form. He watched her peel it off, lace clinging to her curves. Trim the hem, she told him, it trips. And she tossed it to him as she wen to call the bride.
Damn Titanic-themed weddings!
Getting today’s Reverb10 prompt in just 90 minutes short of midnight. It’s been a day of making deadlines by a whisker! It’s actually a great question since it is so different from the same old-same old ones that have come before this. December 22 β Travel How did you travel…
Are sealions good to eat? How about sadboi trolls? Incel brodudes? Interrupting shitposters?I thought about my claim that my feminism eats these guys on toast then realised it was time to diversify my feminist palate. Poached MRAs Let’s start with breakfast, my favorite meal of the day. Thanks to my…
No one hears the sound of heartbreak because hearts don’t break. They melt away, little by little, In the fires of Passion Anger Envy Desire Longing ……… and love. Same difference. No one knows, no one cares. So long as there’s enough left to keep your blood running and the…
I found this in a round of spring-cleaning, scribbled on a sheet of foolscap paper and dated 20 February 2002. This is from my character-building days as a back-bencher, doodling and scribbling away my time. All of us (at least the non-achiever types like me) had our own versions of…
——————————————————————————————————————–For all of you homesick for the sickness of love, hating yourself for thinking of your exes and wondering if healing will ever happen. It won’t. It can still be beautiful.——————————————————————————————————————- When my heart is an emotional wastelandI find you standing at the brinkYour back to your own poisonous past We exchange…
…is the name of a book by the guy who wrote ‘The Fault In Our Stars’. I happened to mention what an amazing title that was and what a shitty book it turned out to be. My AlphabetSambar peeps suggested we reclaim it by writing something else around it. And…
