Justine lazed across her bed with her phone in her hand and scrolled through her facebook wall. She sighed as she navigated the status updates and photo posts her friends were uploading from their various summer holidays. Justine heard the front door unlock and the click-clack of her mother's footsteps down the hall. "I'm home." … Continue reading Discovery – short story
Adam shook his head to clear his mind of the conjured images of his reverie. Skin grafts, that was right. There was an accident that was so traumatic, his mind had simply blotted out all memory of anything since... since anything. Adam groaned. He was going to need find Levi again, the dust of past … Continue reading Your friendly neighbourhood occupants 3
Adam traced the scars with his fingers, circling his left wrist then over the outer edge of his hand. His scars resembled the seam of a glove carefully stitched into his skin. His scars stretched up his arms. The scars of his body looked like a patchwork quilt, uniform sized pieces moulded to the contours … Continue reading Your friendly neighbourhood occupants 2
She slammed the empty glass down on the kitchen counter and wiped the cordial from her mouth. "Ready?" He places his empty glass besides hers. "Heck, yeah." They ran through the kitchen doorway, down the narrow hall and out through the front door. Their bicycles were baking out on the dry lawn. They straightened up … Continue reading Your friendly neighbourhood occupants 1
He gazed adoringly at the blossoming wild flower. His glaze lingered over the budding form, taking in the vibrant colour and admiring the dainty and distinct formation of its petals. He wondered how such a thing of beauty could grow amidst the wild and untamed thorny landscape. He longed to reach out and touch the … Continue reading Flowers
Dear Sir, I know I will never be enough for you and that I am worthless and shit. I humbly offer my services to you, as I always have and always will, as I have observed you become frustrated and angry that your tried and true methods of slave training have not worked on your … Continue reading How to win the heart of a slave.
COMA CAR His long wispy hair tickled her cheek and neck as he rested his head on her shoulder. Travelling for hours in the backseat of the small car had managed to exhaust the young man - most likely out of bordem. However the girl could not sleep. She stared blankly ahead out of the … Continue reading FFW! A double-edge scarb