1: Portrait of Lady Fiona Fraser Rhodri Morgan, Oil on Canvas, 200x175 cm This is the painting which caused such a furore when first exhibited in London this spring. Making clear homage to Gainsborough's famous portrait of her ancestor of the same name with a negro slave, Lady Fiona is shown prone, wearing the same dress worn in the Gainsborough portrait,...
I was at the park with the kids. I'm a widower, with three small children. Young to be a widower, but these things happen. It was a nice day and I had the day off work, so I'd grabbed the kids from the childminder and taken them to the park, where they were now entertaining themselves. They'd be good for an hour or more, burning off all that young energy. A...
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Author Note: Hey everyone, hope you enjoyed my last work ("Juice for Juice"). This is set in the same universe, and deals with philosophy, the reality TV show Terrace House, and climate anxiety. I like to think I'm improving my craft, so any ratings and comments—even anonymous—are more than welcome. Thank you for reading this. I love you. Content Warning: s...
It was a Sunday and I was incredibly bored, not just normal bored but incredibly bored. You see I was suffering from what is medically called senioritis, being a high school senior in the last month of one's education and being out of fucks to give. I just couldn't shake the feeling I wasn't doing what I needed to be doing. I had done all my homework, none o...
I quite enjoy a party. Lay on the beer and some girls and some music and I'll fit right in. No worries. The trouble was that the party that I was currently at was not my type of party. If I had my choice I wouldn't be caught dead in a party like this. Did I have a choice? Not really. My parents were holding the party for some silly reason and it was at our...
Mxyzptlk, fifth dimension imp of tremendous power and professional trouble-maker by trade, was bored. Bored bored bored. So bored that he sometimes turned into a wooden board, which also got him annoyed. His normal activity, harassing Superman, had lost its flavor. The boyscout had gotten too good at tricking him into leaving. He had tried switching opponent...
Lisbeth was bored. She idly went through the motions of straightening the shelves of the upscale boutique where she worked on this dreary Thursday morning. Lisbeth was twenty-four and she married less than two years ago, having come from her native Denmark as an au pair originally. The Georgetown lawyer to whom she was married treated her as a trophy wife, i...
"I'm bored," Megan said, in the middle of sex. "Let's do something else tonight." Jessie stopped moving, and lay there, looking at Megan, apparently surprised. Megan suddenly wondered if that had been the most diplomatic way to say it. "What?" she said, feeling guilty. "I am. I'm just telling you." "You're bored?" Megan nodded. It still didn't seem com...
It was a hot summer day, and I was bored. My husband Pierre was on the computer working on a layout for a job that was due by Monday, and I was stuck doing nothing. I tried cleaning the house, but that didn't work, I flipped thru the channels on the TV, but there was nothing interesting on. "Pierre, Honey, I'm bored." I said as I walked into the computer r...