
Movie Night
The documentary droned on. She got up to get another glass of wine. Pinot Noir. When she sat down, she […]
Three writers for the price of one blog
The documentary droned on. She got up to get another glass of wine. Pinot Noir. When she sat down, she […]
100 words inspired by distance. Remember, for just a moment my palm passing from the small of your back, up […]
At long last a tiny peep. This was in answer to 5 minute fiction (week 60), with the cue word […]
It’s been a writing-poor spring and early summer for me. Mostly because of other parts of life eating my lunch, […]
For this week’s #fuckmefriday (and any Valentine’s Day). The cue word was ‘taste’. –M “What are you brooding about, love?” “Them,” […]
This week’s Wank Wednesday theme is “hitch”. And this is what came out of it. –M — “You know what […]
A little piece of fluff for Aisling Weaver’s #fuckmefriday. –M — “Why do they call it screwing, anyway?” Theresa asked. […]
It’s been a while. Time to push it a little. A little on-the-fly #twitterotica. –M “When I saw you sit […]
An offering for FuckMeFriday. I played with the formatting for the post. I don’t know if I like it. I’m […]
100 words for Wank Wendesday. –M Here faithfully when hunger will not spare you even in sleep, manifest essence of pure […]
An entry for #fuckmefriday, Aisling Weaver‘s weekly smut call. Go to her page for the full list of participants. –M […]
It may have been inevitable, film student fucking engineer. The preambles – a blearily shared table at the coffee house, […]
{Start with Part 1} Blood Tint ~ Part 23 “We’d been in port for a fortnight,” Daci continued, “and a […]
{Start with Part 1} Blood Tint ~ Part 22 “Neave, I may have to leave. I don’t know if the […]
This is my contribution to Ruby Kiddell‘s #wankwednesday, a twitterotica project that invites short, hot flashes of fiction shared 140 […]
This was my entry into this week’s “5 Minute Fiction” Challenge, run by Leah Patersen. I didn’t make the final […]