Benjamin Brown Stone ran his hand up the back of his shaved head. Up and down, the sound of day old hair grating against his soft skin. It wasn’t natural for a man to have such soft skin, at least not according to the outdated beliefs of his outdated father. . . the same man…
Be Careful of the Words You Speak
The hiss of the cigarette filled the absence of her scream. Most people reacted when the tip of a cigarette grazed them, let alone when the glowing tip seared its way through top layer of skin. Petra hadn’t wanted to waste a cigarette. Nor did she want the pain to end quickly. Instead, she had…
Stay Afloat
No need for sadnessthe weight pulling you down is only temporary In the end there’s likeness, lightnesshope rising through the seas The d’s, f’s, b flatsand all the chords we play to sing ourselves to sleep The “Every Good Boy Does Fine” lies, we sing ourselves to sleep with In the end there’s no need…
Spring Blooms
The room smelled just like the Catholic school I grew up in. It was a smell impossible to lock down, one I never thought I would smell outside of Glen Ridge – yet here I was states away, and the smell of old fabrics, settled air, and dark histories invade my nostrils as the songs…
A Diamond in the Rough
Each reflection offered her a different perspective of herself. In some, her side part, flipped across the front was magazine worthy. In others, it was a bad hair day from an 80s B movie. Her face was squat laid over the house across the street – the one hidden by a large, stone fence, but…
Changing the Blueprint
Dana Shanomy once owned DesigARK, an all inclusive shop for any design and renovation needs, until her attorney did his own underhanded renovations to some paperwork to sell the company far under market value to his mother-in-law. Dana bands together with DesigArk’s recently fired employees and current intern to secure the evidence needed to get her business back before her life is completely demolished.
Unfinished Fantasy
Math had never been a strong suit of hers. It wasn’t any easier with her cold fingers making their way over her clit, traveling down further. The familiar wetness greeting her, helping her fingers to glide inside of her. They had known each other 10 years, 20 years, 15 years, it didn’t matter. It had…
Waiting to Die
The wall of dread stood before her tall, dark, and imposing. Small sparkles of light were visible behind it, at least she thought they were. She believed they were. She wondered if it was enough to break through. It hadn’t been the first time that she had stood before this wall, but for some reason…
Words of Longing
Rough, the scratch of the pen against the paper. Ears could bleed for less. They wouldn’t bleed, not this time, this time they would be subjected to far worse. Everything had changed between them, and yet everything was exactly the same. The very palpable air that had woven itself around them only managed to strengthen…
Lures of the Lake
Everything was basked in gold as the sun set. The green tips of the trees and the darkness of the lake came alive in the golden glow. Two adults, not obnoxious teenagers, not retired farts – eased their kayaks into the lake. One man. One woman. The man offered the woman a hand. He stood…