So You Saw a Ghost Last Night, and Now You’re Afraid of Everything
Maybe it was the way the ominous shadowed figure stood over your bed at exactly 11:34 p.m. Or, perhaps, the innate fear took hold when you began screaming at the top of your lungs, and the dog ran into your room whimpering and trying to ward off the ethereal spirit with her incessant barking.
Space Faith Chapter 3
The SLIP-suit is draw-technology. It drapes over the top of my head—this is why we must all wax our entire bodies hairless—the micro-suction cups work at their optimum proficiency without hair follicles to contend with. Some clients like the bald look. For the rest, we have FigWigs.
In Defence of Liking Your Own Facebook Status
Show Confidence! There aren’t much bolder actions than throwing caution to the wind and telling the world that you support this status that you’ve written from the deep brilliance of your brain.
Missed Connection: Defecation on the Corner of 5th & 13th
I saw you on the morning of April 19th, a Sunday. You were wearing a light green jogging outfit and had a large German Shepherd with you. That’s at least what caught my attention at first. Your dog is beautiful. Is it a purebred or mixed breed? I guess that’s beside the point. I was the guy across the street, wearing a black rain slicker and the dark grey fedora — it was my father’s hat, from the 1960s, not one of those cheap knock offs you see so often these days.
I Quit Smoking By Reminding Myself That Cigarettes Are Like A Bad Boyfriend
I’m quitting smoking for roughly the 15th time in my life. I know, that’s a shitty track record — considering I’m in my mid-thirties.
How to Get Kicked Out of Your Facebook Writing Group
So you’ve decided to get serious about writing. Before now, you’d write hard for two weeks and then not think about writing for a month or two. You allowed the muse to guide you. Nevertheless, according to that book, you’re going to need to change everything about yourself to achieve success. So, after three hours of Googling “How to be a writer,” you find there is one fundamental consensus from the writing community that you cannot escape. You must connect with other writers.
Space Faith Chapter 2
His tongue parts me. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel fucking fantastic. As far as fetishes go, this one isn’t too bad. It’s definitely better than tonsil toeing and button blowing. And I’ve got to say, the guy knows what he is doing. I just wish he didn’t insist on keeping that damn door open. I can see lollygaggers gawking as I ride Tobias’ tongue. Judging from this one’s flushed cheeks, she hasn’t been aboard Allure for long.
Space Faith Chapter 1
“Back on Earth, they call our profession one of the more honest ways to make a living,” says Jacey. At least, I think that’s what she said her name was. Damn, why can’t I keep anything straight in this place?