A Comfortable Close
“I like this”, she says, “I like us.”“We are a comfortable close.” And she smiles at the picture on her screen one last time before switching it off.
“I like this”, she says, “I like us.”“We are a comfortable close.” And she smiles at the picture on her screen one last time before switching it off.
Listen to me put you down.Beg me to make you beg for more.Then call me a bitch for stomping all over your heart. You always get your way.
“You don’t care, you don’t care!”she shouts into his ears. Pain is a drug that unites them.Right now, they’re too broke for anything else. It pricks. They do.
So many lovers. So many lessons.
Memories. His,thunder through her mindjust like his footstepswhen she was asleep. Hers,splash onto his eyes,making them water.
A short story about an admirer and the object of their adulation
“How did we ever get here?” Aarav was sitting up in bed.
Trigger warnings: Death, Abuse
A short story about a jolly old place called Feardom – a fictional afterlife universe populated by ghosts, ghouls, spirits, aliens and otherworldly beings.