â€œMy head hurts,â€ whined Aryeh miserably, tugging his carefully ringletted side locks straight and furrowing his pale brow. Gold candlelight turned his clear, bright face into metallic planes and shadows.
â€œOh yeah, baby. Fuck, that feels good! Mmm. Faster, baby, faster. Like thatâ€¦ oh yesâ€¦ oh yesâ€¦OH YEAH!!!â€ click 08:48 â€œHit me.â€ 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. â€œEmma, you bitch! Were you choosing…
(Based on the song of the same name, recorded by Depeche Mode, Marilyn Manson and Johnny Cash) â€œUm-m, hello?â€ â€œHello.â€ The voice on the other end of the line was rich and gravelly, like a man whoâ€™d been woken from a deep sleep. Faith was so nervous she almost chickened out and hung up. She…
The strings wind around you, a sonic brace to your spine, but each bowed note takes a wafer-thin slice of my skin. As they join together, great swathes of tonal colour fill the dimness of the room. You breathe them in, filling your lungs with the volume of their swells. So sweet and heady, your…
slice through air
cutting the throat
of the moment