Short story writer. Fantasy, sci-fi, transgressive. I lack a filter but try to make stuff fun.
A Witch's Itch
How an audiobook! Click the link below to listen to chapter one as you read. Wrinkled fingers wrapped around the magic mushroom’s stem, plucking it from the rotten log. It joined others in the woven basket, alongside root vegetables, herbs, petals— and a deceased frog.
The Genesis Perversion
Cindy sauntered along the courier ship’s corridor. A soft, pulsating hue of crimson emanated from all around, providing just enough light to confirm she was alone. She decided the colour was pink. The soft, blossoming beats of illumination against the shiny steel walls enveloped her in a comforting, vaginal hug.
Chapter One: Thief Year 193AC (After Cataclysm) Day 102 Deck 53. Mid-Section G. Approaching engineering storage Thief crawled through the hot ventilation shaft. In the dark, she wriggled out of her jumpsuit, making the heat more bearable; but one discomfort replaced another, as scrawny knees and elbows rubbed against aluminium pipework. Her skin, slick with sweat, squeaked against the metal with each wriggle forward. She feared one of “them” might hear her laboured breathing and squeaking skin; she told herself for the hundredth time, that perhaps they’d put the noise down to rats, or the ship’s machinery. Would they be able to smell her though? The cloying odour of her physical labour filled the shaft. Would it seep out and waft into their nostrils? She imagined them sniffing her scent in the air; their lips curling back over white fangs as they arched their heads towards the vents, grinning with delight at the promise of fresh blood.
https://1drv.ms/u/s!AnO_63hfk0thg6guawSYT2FBHVFFNA?e=mE5Il5 Chapter One: Ain’t No Fun Waiting Round To Be a Millionaire She was born stunted. A runt. From her snub-nosed bridge, to her chubby rear thrusters. An ugly child, spat from the womb of a Martian shipyard generations ago. Now charred and pitted with craters, the scars on her battered titanium skin told a hundred stories.
Prologue: The Death of a King The demise of King George the Grunter came swiftly; right after the King himself came— if you’ll forgive the crude correlation. With his royal member buried deep inside the bottom of a junior guardsman, his heart gave up trying to force blood through thickened arteries. It emitted one final, feeble pump, as did the King’s arthritic hips. An already syphilis-ridden brain was thus denied oxygen, and it gave up in solidarity with the long-suffering heart. The corrupt ruler fell forward over the guardsman with a grunt. Dead.
An honest review of the new Kia Niro EV
TLDR — its good! This is an everyman’s review of the latest Kia Niro EV electric car. The GT line version sold in Australia. It’s not a technical review, and I’m not a motoring journalist. Nor do I have experience with other EVs. But if the Niro is on your watchlist and you’d like to read one person’s honest experience with no hidden agenda… then here it is. (photos are of the actual car)
A Whole Lotta Rosie
Boobs. The county had a generous assortment. Two for every fair maid in fact (in one case three, but that’s another story). They came in all shapes and sizes. Well okay, not all shapes; none were square. And granted, not all sizes; no lass sported boobs the size of beer barrels.