Fun with Pedro
I sat and watched as Pedro thrust on top of Trisha. What else could I do? He was a head taller than me and knew karate. I couldn't even catch a…
D-Day E-Girl
Her insta story read "Would anyone with a New York accent spit on me?" Yes. As a matter of fact, I would like to spit on you, @la***tt. I'd love to…
Karma
Hello Bianca, I thought of you today…and remembered. We met in grade 5. My mom switched me to Mountain Road School after learning that we would study…
Sable Constantine and the Case of the Kuluak-Tu Statues
---No, nothing, nobody, never. ---Yes. ---Pardon my verbiage. ---As you wish. ---God is my witness. ---Relax. ---Easy to say. ---It will get easier.…
Cheap Date
I know the answer is no. That’s okay; I’m used to rejection. I wouldn’t know what to do with a cunt anymore. I never did. Hand me your wife swollen…
The Tree of Liberty
“Are you sure you’ve never had an abortion?” His manner was neutral; I couldn’t find a trace of judgment as I stirred in the stirrups. A real…
Wavelength, Part 4
XIV. Adolf was already waiting outside the art-house cinema box office when I arrived. He looked smaller than I remembered, and, on his own, without…
Wavelength, Part 3
XI. Speaking directly into the tannoy, he made his pronouncement. “Take this bitch from this place and circumcise her according to the very letter of…
Wavelength, Part 2
III. A month after that, and I found myself in the heart of the spiritual state of Israel: in a little piazza surrounded by charming stone-built…
Wavelength, Part 1
I. London, late summer, 1970: a grey Friday evening, overcast but not raining. September the 18th, I think it was: the very night Jimi Hendrix died.…
