Kind readers, unless you've read the story "Thursday Night Bad Movie Club", the following doodle won't make as much sense. ****** Miranda Kane looked like a bird but she moved like water. She was girl-tall at about six foot even, slender and slightly pale, with a long narrow face. The only things on her to break up the lean geometry were her small very r...
"Jolene Stiles, sometimes I think you're the devils spawn." My mama yelled at me. I was sitting on the bare wood of my bedroom floor hugging my knees and trying my best to look shamefaced. Truth was, I didn't feel shame at all. "Your Daddy's gonna beat the livin tar outta you." She blasted in my face. "Mama, I'm eighteen, what right does Daddy have to b...
Author's Note: I could not write a story set in my country, New Zealand, without using words from the Maori language, especially as one of my main characters is Maori. I have included a glossary of the words used is at the end of Chapter 3 for those readers who are interested. And no, 'bach' is not a mistake. It is a word New Zealanders use for a holiday hom...
In the wash of new light, Tristy sat in a boring lesson. Yawn. "Waverly, Waverly, Waverly," Tristy sang to herself in a daze. Oh, with Tristy and her dear Waverly currently walls apart, Tristy longed for her girlfriend's presence. With her hands on her cheeks, her elbows on the desk, Tristy rocked her head from side to side as she dreamt of her dear Waverly...
'What a tender young thing. Wonder who she belongs to. Oh you silly cow, I'm still in the States, not the L.C. (Lesbian Confederacy) She'll be a free lady.' It was the first time I laid eyes on Amanda, sitting in the first class lounge at Kennedy all alone, sipping a Canada Dry, looking a bit lost. She had thick light brown hair that came in a simple style...
It was a very hot day in Guatemala. The invisible God Sun was scorching relentlessly the arid land and the hapless citizens, who were running panic-stricken, desperately seeking a shady refuge. Even the dogs in the streets had withdrawn long time ago, lugging slowly their tired limbs, one after another, carrying away the burden of their existence. Veronica...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. (Hello. I've been away for a while, mostly working on short forms as tricias-captions on Tumblr. But they decided what they decided and I guess I'm back. Longer form requires less attention-deficit disorder. :-) So, I'm not sure what will come of it. Anyway, this is medium-length fiction...
On Sunday afternoon I bought Jordan lunch before delivering her back home. She directed me through a series of rural turns then down a long country lane. Before turning down the slushy gravel drive to her parent's house I stopped on the side of the road, put my car in park and took Jordan's left hand. I looked into her stunning eyes and said, "I want you to...
It started off innocently enough. Karen and I flirted often but I don't think either of us truly meant anything by it. It was just for fun. You see, I'm a twenty-four-year-old nerdy girl, single, a little heavier than I want to be and quite the extrovert. I sing karaoke, cosplay at cons, read a ton, and love hanging out. The problem was that I had recently m...
She closed the dressing room door in a rather decisive manner and walked to me as I lent back against the dressing table. She took the glass from my hand and very deliberately placed it on the dresser. "Should I lock the door, Faye." "if that were possible, probably yes. But nobody has seen the key since Honor Blackman played here. Apparently the director...