Inside she was grizzled with the knowledge of what she'd done. The feel of the short knife left a burning impression in her hand. She felt bad in the sense that she had taken a life, though no part of her felt that Chester's life could be considered human.
A Beacon for the Metaphorical Penis 3. Dee often felt sorry for people that had to sit beside her in traffic. She liked her coffee strong and her music loud. She also liked to sing along and would often nod unashamedly at the unfortunates stuck beside her as they rolled up their car windows. She …
2. A Beacon for the Metaphorical Penis Beacon might have been the wrong word. A magnet was what Dee considered herself, but men of the wrong kind were an enticement to her. They exuded the pull or lure, an attraction that seemed to trip Dee up every single time. It was as if she was …
A Beacon for the Metaphorical Penis Chapter 5 It had been too long since Dee updated her blog. It wasn't that she was running out of dating advice on how to stay away from the wrong kind of guy--the douche bags, the dickheads--but more that Dee could not get that damned conversation out of her …
The following is a short scene that was cut from Between Octobers, told from Evan's point of view . . . . It takes place between Evan and his best friend Marcus, while they're in a place Evan hardly ever goes--the grocery store. “I need to grab some rubbers, now that I think of it. …
Last week, I started my first serial flash fiction story about a thirty-something single woman named Dee. If you missed it, read Chapter 1 here --------------- 2. A Beacon for the Metaphorical Penis Beacon might have been the wrong word. A magnet was what Dee considered herself, but men of the wrong kind were an …
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