Gabriel Wilding
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Stories (5/0)
The Call of the Under-Ocean
Day 1 10 days, 10 long, unending, unfurling days. Government sanctioned isolation. Alone. A guess it’s the alone part that makes most people uncomfortable. Christmas lights twinkle menacingly outside my window. Mocking me. The whole street and where do they have to erect the flashing demons? Practically touching my bedroom windows. Thanks a bunch.
By Gabriel Wilding 2 years ago in Horror
What’s love got to do? Got to do with it?
Dipping one’s toes into the expansive sea of queer films and TV can be a daunting prospect. Whether you fall under the umbrella of the Alphabet mafia (LGBTQIA2S+) or not, this most elusive of genres focuses primarily on love. Love saccharine, rose-tinted and beaming, love growing like a cactus out of a harsh and unforgiving environment, or blooming in a carefully tended garden of luxury and excess. Love turned sour by disappointment or crushed under society’s indiferent boot. The pull of these tales is the uniqueness of the individual flowers, and the many shades, patterns, petal shapes, and stalk lengths that unfurl if given the right care and attention.
By Gabriel Wilding 3 years ago in Geeks
Soho Forever
It was that blooming crushed avocado face-mask! One larger than expected dollop of the exotic fruit dancing its way into my tear duct, and that was it, arse over tit! Looking, I’d imagine, like a drunken peacock in very expensive silk kimono. Nice to be found in something beautiful, even if I was crumpled in a pile at the bottom of the stairs.
By Gabriel Wilding 3 years ago in Horror