New Writing

I know it's been an awful long time since I posted anything here. I am writing a lot, but not erotica. I'm trying to finish my Masters and it seems that doing both at once is almost impossible. Still, I had some incentive in recent days, as I'm in the homestretch and have to focus on producing a writing portfolio. So this is the first fiction I've produced in a long while. This story deals with something that has long intrigued me: the relationship between conservative Catholicism and what some people would label "aberrant" sexuality. (No, it's not about priests and little boys). I'm personally not religious at all, which is probably why faith, in others, fascinates me. The Splinter - Part 1 Moira Tierney idly touched the small, hard ridge of skin that was the only blemish on her smooth, tanned chest. It was just above and a little to the left of her right breast. Inside the small pocket of scar tissue was a splinter of wood. At first, there had been some concern about infection, but the wound had healed over quickly and completely. Her doctor had told her that, sooner or later, the little piece of foreign matter would work itself out on its own. It never had. As time went on, any question of having it removed faded from her mind. Past a loveless marriage and three different career moves, through baptisms and confirmations, weddings and funerals, through ten years of grinding boredom as a decent and valued member of her community, that tiny scar served as a reminder. Once, a decade ago, something extraordinary had happened to Moira Tierney. Read The Splinter - Part 1