Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:51:08 +0000 No-one really knows Mister Claypole’s first name. If you asked anyone who works under him in the theatre, any of his managers of patrons or whores, they might scratch their heads and speculate. George? Andrew? Donald? For some reason they will all give you the names of saints, and they will all… Continue reading Microfiction – Baroque
Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:48:12 +0000 Shall Never Be As the days went by, Zinnia found herself more and more taken with the idea of being a wife. She hadn’t yet come to the idea of motherhood yet, but skirted around the edges of the idea as it began to timidly tiptoe into her mind.… Continue reading Microfiction – Victorious
Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:45:32 +0000 Desire is a strange thing. Time can sharpen, dull, and twist desire, but wanting never dies. In three millenia of life, this is the only lesson Lucky Welles has ever learned. — Euphemia Horbruth is grand, imposing, out-sized. Her favorite niece has always, she thinks, been the contrast… Continue reading Microfiction – Visionary
Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:43:58 +0000 Clock lives inside his Engine. His Engine lives inside a large warehouse with thick stone walls, but Clock doesn’t live in the warehouse. He sleeps under the timekeeper and he reads the morning paper under the database wheels, and he sometimes lays across a board set over the… Continue reading Microfiction – Fractured
Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:40:56 +0000 I. Soldiers understood. Deck crew, CIC, sometimes even pilots just didn’t get it. But a (fellow) soldier always understood how it was after an engagement. The adrenaline out of control, spurring an insanity of need, tension, desperation… Lt. M.Z. Denov (Senior grade) had a Marine she saw. He wasn’t the prettiest to… Continue reading dead ringer
Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:11:36 +0000 “So what’s this shit do?” “That just makes ya feel all…all gooey. S’nice.” “And this shit here?” The darker stuff? That’s the good shit. Like rambo-speed only no crash, s’great.” “What makes it darker?” “Fuck should I know? S’got somehtin’ on it. Think it might be the… Continue reading Phantasmagoria
Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:03:26 +0000 Too Much is a little piece I wrote about Moll and Theo, two characters from The Victorious, one of the settings on Clockwork Lullabye. Is flowed out of my easy and sweet, and I’m a bit fond of it. As it’s filed under ‘erotic fiction’, I expect anyone… Continue reading Too Much
Tue, 17 Nov 2009 01:24:38 +0000 When clouds come twogether… …in a symphonic sort of broo-hah-hah and ie stand amaxed, thoughraly watching, wah-cheeng as they gl+eyed a cross the mainstage uv my vizun and I oneder if theh no and if eye could sea what they were dooihng ware they ahr going swoosh!… Continue reading ….When clouds come twogether
Sat, 19 Sep 2009 03:36:57 +0000 “Light one candle for the strength that we need to never become our own foe…” Mum just called to tell me that Mary Travers has passed away. I hadn’t thought that she would; I never really think that any of the people I adore and admire will ever die.… Continue reading light one candle
