🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 🛸 👽 Ghouls from dark Pluto Here to rob me of my treats Little bastard thieves I‘d knocked for hours My knuckles bleeding and cracked No one steals my stash I clutch my candies… Continue reading
I take off my mask and touch the wounds in my soul. Light shines through the holes. Pain now transparent, I see varied shades of red. Bleeding is widespread. Blood pools on the… Continue reading
Winter is like a bad date who doesn’t want to leave… These cold winter winds slice through clothes with icicle fingers down my throat. My tonsils tickle. I cough out the… Continue reading
Dreaming of glory, young men fear nothing except their naiveté.  Clumsily blushing, they wish for carnal knowledge. Cursed virginity!  From experience comes power as men count up notches on bedposts.  … Continue reading
This short story was inspired by Dru’s lovely post, She’ll be Right With You. !!! Click HERE to visit Dru !!! Photo by Patrizia Schiozzi of freeimages.com I felt her presence like a smoldering fire.… Continue reading
I sit here and puff my cigarette. The rings of smoke rise and encircle Petula, the duck’s neck. Quack, she says; quite upset. Oh it’s you again, I sigh making duck lips. She… Continue reading
Photo by –FlyTrapMan– He whispered in her dreams. As she stirred, hearing his words, she reached out for him. Fingers brushed against the snow, collected on his arms. You’re cold, she shivered –… Continue reading
Title Card by FlyTrapMan Croak silent ribbit. Green amphibian mimic. I am what I am. Quiet as can be – I dare not say anything. Noise just betrays me. You see, there are… Continue reading
Photo by Jenny Rollo of freeimages.com They stared at each other. She started to cry, and he made a move towards her but didn’t even know her name. “Thief!” She sobbed, grasping her… Continue reading
You approach me with your belt and a glint in your eye. You think you’re scary, but I try not to smile. *Photographs from freeimages.com
