Short Stories

It took me a moment to work up an appropriate reaction. My cock twitched to life, like the predicable, mindless moron it was. I took in the display: the petulant expression beneath the tangle of curls; her nipples, small and nearly black against the skin of her small breasts; her hips canted, pushing out...
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There was no way to read her acceptance. I puzzled it as we walked along the wide, silent boulevard. The pride of the French who had colonized the place, Le Duan was deserted at midnight. Only the occasional passing motorcycle shot through the thick, humid silence. We didn’t talk and, every so often, I...
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Writer’s note: This has been slightly edited from its original Twittered version, because writing on the fly is fun, but not as polished as I can bear allowing to live on my site. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” she said, tugging my hand down the front of her skirt and pressing it...
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This is not an erotic story. The only one I ever wrote that wasn’t. It’s based on a series of six drawings made by Mr. Masayoshi Takamoto, a survivor of the Hiroshima bombing of August 6th, 1945. His interview and his drawings appeared a documentary called “Drawing A-Bomb Memories,” produced by NHK Television, Japan,...
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@_Monocle_ (Raziel Moore) and I started to construct this little piece of back and forth Twitter fiction just as an exercise to get over our respective writing blocks. For those of you who aren’t familiar with Twitter, it requires that the users post each post in 140 characters or less, so the writing is...
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Once upon a time, there was a alien who looked a great deal like a giant insect. He came to earth in search of a mate. He trolled the bars for a while, but that didn’t really go down well. Being very arthropod-like in appearance, he got rejected often, and usually quite rudely. He...
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“Oh yeah, baby. Fuck, that feels good! Mmm. Faster, baby, faster. Like that… oh yes… oh yes…OH YEAH!!!” click 08:48 “Hit me.” Emma, sitting opposite me cross-legged on the carpet, slid another card across the empty space between us. I picked it up and looked at it in dismay. “Emma, you bitch! Were you...
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The room was chilly and beige. It smelled faintly of stale cigarette smoke and carpet shampoo. Beyond the open curtains the streetlamps splayed in the cold, winter air. From her place in the nondescript beige armchair, Emma thought the man on the bed looked vulnerable. Lit by the gloom of the bedside lamps, Sean...
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On January 2nd, 2009, Jeremy Sykes stepped into the crowded elevator that took him to his office on the 44th floor. The passengers were bundled up against the winter cold. Some looked tanned from recent winter holidays in warmer climes, but all exuded that air of barely contained ill temper that inevitably haunts everyone...
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Ghost Marks With one slender finger, Rachel pushed the crystal king onto its side with a click. It rocked back and forth on its round base on the marble chessboard.Her father’s eyes flitted over the chessboard, tracing lines of power. “What the hell do you think your doing?” “I’m resigning.” Bequeathed The key...
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