[Just a taste of something I’ve been working on. I’m not really into aping other writers’ vibes, but hey, E.L. James is rich and I’m not.]
Giovanni was a humble man, made of humble stuff. Accidents of birth had left his form misshapen, his gait unsteady, and his mind disordered, but he persisted through these vicissitudes and more, with one bulging eye always trained upon tomorrow and its myriad opportunities.… Read the rest “Untitled Umberto Eco Fanfic”
Addition By Subtraction — Mr. BedtimeHeads up, stupid! We need to talk.
It’s time we accept reality. You’ve been here in the basement for eighteen months, and there’s no exit in sight. We both wanted things to go another way, but it’s time to move on.… Read the rest “Addition By Subtraction”
Henry V – Act 4 Scene 1Every time I see @littleshakespeareanbaby pop up on my dash, I think of this scene. It’s fun, knowing the greatest writer in the English language worked so hard to gaslight society into believing life was always tougher for the bosses.
[CONTENT NOTE: Here be dragons.]
Hello, Daddy? It’s me, Erin.
Yes, Daddy; Erin your daughter. Yes, that’s always funny.
I’m not trying to–
No, no, you’re right. I’m sorry. That’s not–
I love your jokes, Daddy. Really.
Can we– can I–?… Read the rest “How Things End”
She was old; not yet an elder, but long past the bloom of youth. Her hair was ragged and filthy, her face scarred by the ravages of childhood disease and a harsh life at civilization’s newly forged edge. When her lips curled back to howl out her pain, they revealed oddly angled, cracked teeth that had been used to defend as often as dine.… Read the rest “She was not beautiful.”
[CONTENT NOTE: I’m thinking this one’s going to three, possibly four parts.]
Another day, another street, another step I didn’t know I’d taken.
Sara was on the phone, and had been for the full ten minutes we’d been walking. She hadn’t bothered to tell me who was calling, but I’d inferred from her half of the conversation that it was her father.… Read the rest “Chain Link (part 2)”
[CONTENT NOTE: Consider the source.]
My girlfriend had a plan.
It was the news that did it, that made her snap. She’d always been angry, defensive, and bitter, but never quite passionate. Clearly, she’d been lacking motivation.
“I can’t stand knowing that these scumbags, these men,” she said, the last word spat like venom, “are out there, just walking around, waiting for a chance to attack someone!… Read the rest “Chain Link (part 1)”
It’s always been a struggle, being the girl who needed proof.
Never accepting anyone’s assumptions, always testing the truth. The scar on your right hand, from an open flame you just had to touch; the scar on your right ventricle, from the cocaine you snorted just to see if you could stop.… Read the rest “Proof”
It’s quite a thing, living life at floor level. Growing acquainted with the dust, even as you silently pray that it never settles upon you.
Each crack in the floor boards becoming, like you, a pretty little abyss, ripe with mystery and portent.… Read the rest “Minutiae”
[CONTENT NOTE: Unpleasantries abound. Proceed accordingly.]
So, it’s our anniversary; be honest, baby, what do you see in our future?
I want to feed on your youth and beauty until I’ve devoured or defiled everything about you that could ever be of use.… Read the rest “Date Night Theater”
