Nathan inhaled deeply and held his breath, allowing the chemicals in the smoke to pass into his bloodstream. He exhaled slowly, feeling the cool wave of intoxication that followed liberate his mind from the cage of reason. Under the covers at his side, thin bony fingers found the outside of his right thigh and slipped softly over the top of it to explore his groin.
This week’s Podcast story is Advice from Mum. You can find the text version below for those of you who prefer using your eyes to listening with your ears. If you missed the podcast, don’t worry, it’s still there and available on eight different podcast platforms, all you have to do is to follow the link […]
Here is my first Podcast story in print, for those of you who prefer the written word to the spoken word. If you stumbled across this page and would like to hear the podcast version, you can find a link after the story. Flipflop – by James Dunford Ljubica Marić felt a familiar knot in […]
She looks at the Diorama, then back at Shelby, then repeats the sequence. She raises her left hand to her chest, fingers splayed, pearl manicured nails flashing in the workshop lights and begins tap, tap, tapping her chest, sending little quivering shocks through the open cleavage of her ample breasts. She is panting now, her breasts rising and falling with the rapid expanding and contracting, still quivering as she taps faster. The warmth and relaxation that followed the meal and the wine is now evaporating amidst a rising panic.
Well, I haven’t completely gotten over how much I hate hearing my voice on a recording, but I have at least discovered that I find it less awful when I use a better quality microphone. Below the image is a link to my first podcast, a five minute reading of a short story I entered […]
At last, as the day grew dim, and the sun grew bored of us, we won the fight, and all leant in to watch as Dawn’s tired hands reached down to lift the lid.
We work in threes or fours, changing partners all the time. Sometimes I keep watch, other times I am the distraction, and now and again, when Beenie feels like trusting me, I get to be the bag man.
I arrived at the scene to find the great man already engrossed in his work, his keen eye sweeping the kitchen for the slightest slip that would signal the chase was on. He froze for a moment, transfixed by a solitary mug upon the worktop, a ghostly vapour writhing and dancing above its surface. “Here […]
For this week’s challenge, you must write a fifty-word story. Not five thousand, not five hundred, but precisely fifty words. Here we go, hope you like it. 🙂 The Hit He steps up to the podium; smiling, waving. Hand goes to his pocket, reaching for the prompt. What’s this? A death’s head card? Confusion. Comprehension. Terror. […]