Clay, become dust, sifts through my toes and clings to my naked ankles like a lover's grip. Each particle melds into my body's proof of heat, birthing a fresh layer of me - as if I am becoming. Molten gold pours into the clasping arms of the trees dappling the path making inkblot plays of quarrels and elephants and cars. I pass through and into them, distort...
All characters are 18 or over After hanging my fedora and trench coat on the rack, I leaned forward, allowing my head to bump the wall. I had already taken 6 Tylenol, but my head still felt like a collision of Cal football and the Stanford Marching Band. I've had a lot of hard nights in the 6 months since she left. She, being my girlfriend of 6 years, Brigid...
Tyra didn't know what had possessed her to try it on in the first place, but that didn't matter now because she couldn't take it off. She took a deep, calming breath and tried again to remove it. Just to budge the damn thing would be nice. She searched the waistband with her hands, hoping to find a clasp or some sort of release mechanism, but just like every...
Chapter 17: Lacie's Recovery Lacie sat up and stretched, groaning as she chased the sleepiness from her muscles. Yawning as she rolled over, Lacie rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "I like the look." Claire's voice came from the other side of Lacie's big bed. Lacie turned around and stuck her tongue out at her roommate. Claire had moved in with Lacie once s...
Kristy shifted her body under the covers as she quickly thumbed through the familiar pages of the girlie magazine she clutched in her hands, illuminated by the soft rays of her bedside lamp. She knew the contents of this magazine by heart for she’d had it hidden under her mattress for the past several months, stolen from her father’s nightstand stash. One da...
"Back in Afghanistan, I was a teacher, here I am stocking shelves at Provigo," Sawsan Ghobar said to herself, and the tall, curvaceous gal shook her head while placing cans of juice on the shelf. Under her Provigo uniform, Sawsan wore a long-sleeved blue sweatshirt and yoga pants. Once upon a time, while adhering to the cultural norms of her native Afghanist...
"Alonzo" Lives in, and Mocks, the Past By Robert Gillian, Variety September 8, 2023 Writer-director Aaron Scott-Keith, best known for creating the "Michael & Maddie" series for ABS, has gone on a nostalgia kick with his new Cinema Demand film "Alonzo Johnson and the Sky Menace," which begins streaming this weekend. A broad satire of the genre films Scott-...
The wind whistles around the corner of the building. I see you bundled up in your coat with your scarf pulled around your neck. The ends whip in the wind and seem to wave tauntingly at me. You are oblivious to me, but I see you. I always see you. I saw you yesterday and the day before and everyday except last Tuesday when you called in sick, but spent th...
TODAY WAS SOMEDAY Game 12 We had agreed to meet at the Strip Club around two PM with Al, Slim, and Joe for another game of finger fuck my wife. We'd often choose this time at other places because most clubs are nearly empty during afternoons. Dollie had given Mikey the okay to be her warm up man before we went inside the Club. The Strip Club was at the e...
Winter 1862 I looked out the window of the stage coach as the snow started to fall, the first snows of winter feeling a little sorry for the driver. I hated the damn snow. After this job was done I take my money and head west, California maybe. There sure as hell wasn’t anything left for me back home after the war. The snow sent a chill down my spine but luc...