Tina D'Angelo
Bio
My first book, G-Is for String, is now available on Amazon! Set in the 1970s, the story follows Tina's first years of learning the ropes of dancing in strip clubs and X-rated theaters. There is never a problem that she can't make worse!
Stories (64/0)
Petunia in an Onion Patch
Mornings began with Mommy and I walking my older sister to school. When we got back home it was my time, as my mother would be getting the house ready for the day. I was a very timid and tiny three-year-old. A magnet for neighborhood bullies and my older sister. When the bullies were at school I could finally relax and live in my own fairy tale.
By Tina D'Angelo5 days ago in Humans
Stab Me With a Pen
Stab me with a fountain pen and I will bleed ink. My black embryonic fluid will splatter into letters, words, and sentences on sheets of creamy, white paper and pool at my feet when I fall asleep, head on the desk, clutching the pen in my stiff hand.
By Tina D'Angelo2 months ago in Poets
Save one Bullet for Yourself
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. The anger boiling out of my heart had frozen my face into a stone mask of fury and indignation. 'Who did he think he was?' I raged internally. 'He was not going to get away with this.'
By Tina D'Angelo3 months ago in Horror
As Luck Would Have It
Slender Legs in black silk stockings splayed as I rode the wooden chair, every man anticipating my next move, when I saw him- the only man in the room looking into my eyes. I tried to avoid looking directly back at him as I continued my chair gymnastics. Instead, I glanced in the mirror behind the stage and found that he was doing the same thing. Again, with those eyes on mine reflecting back at me.
By Tina D'Angelo3 months ago in Humans
Message to the Monster
Dear Headless man, How long had you been hiding beneath my bed? Didn't you know that I was already afraid to fall asleep in the dark? Couldn't you hear me crying out to my daddy almost every night that I couldn't sleep. He would come to my room and give me half a baby aspirin and tell me it was a 'sleeping pill', smooth my ringlets and say, 'It's all right, Dolly, go to sleep.'?
By Tina D'Angelo3 months ago in Horror
G-Is for String
Thirteen years in the exotic dance, strip world may have left me with emotional and physical scars. But, what it mostly left me with were stories. Tons of them. Funny, sad, frightening, and eye-opening. Being the only stripper I knew who traveled with a Remington portable typewriter in my costume case, I recorded many along the way. The rest I know by heart.
By Tina D'Angelo3 months ago in Humans
Poof! You are now a Pianist!
When our pastor asked, "Who here can read music?" I thought it was a pretty innocent question, so I raised my hand, having played flute and piccolo for many years in a previous lifetime. Apparently, I was the only one foolish enough to raise my hand, because that very gesture inadvertently promoted me to church pianist on the spot.
By Tina D'Angelo3 months ago in Humans
