by Dr. Rocket with Ms. Gonzo (Wanna start at the beginning? Just click!) Billy walked briskly out the motel room door, trying to hold back a sudden burst of amusement despite the edgy situation he, Suze and his angry brother Rob were in. He sobered at the sight of their […]
Billy was playing to the crowd, the musicians on stage, and especially Suze. He performed on the blues harp with an exuberant skill she found shocking. Their first-time ever sexual consummation, only a few hours previously, fueled a crazy energy between them, linking them in an energy flux that somehow actually surpassed their earlier ecstatic union in the motel.
Art had somehow instantly produced a tiny coke spoon with a small mound of gleaming white crystals and slowly waved it under her nostril. And somehow it seemed completely natural for Suze to hold a forefinger to block her other nostril and sharply inhale the proffered drug. It packed a kick, she realized at once. Stuff was for real.
From his parking spot down the street, Imants recoiled in his seat. Now Suze was with… That Guy. He reached into the Gladstone bag, and pulled out the gun again, and then threw it back in the bag.
by Count Iain Blair Marcel took another painkiller, gingerly lifted his coffee with his right hand to take a sip, and promptly poured most of it down the front of his new white linen shirt, dropping the mug in the process. Fuck! He should have listened to the doctor. “You’ll have to wear this cast for six weeks. Do not try and use your […]
Billy was groaning in disbelieving shock. He stood in the shower near the spraying nozzle, water running down his back, as Suze gleefully soaped his chest with the motel giveaway bar. This had to be a dream, and if so, he hoped fervently he wouldn’t wake. He had admired, hell, outright lusted for Suze for almost all his sexual maturity. Now here she was, voluptuous body glistening in front of him, taking charge as she kept up a running commentary.
by Count Iain Blair The beautiful blue naked women floated in front of Jim as heswam towards them, but he could never seem to get any closer.They just floated there effortlessly, watching him and smiling,graceful and mysterious. He tried one last time to reach them, butthey disappeared into the forest […]
The boy leans over, picks up a rock, and throws it. The rock hits the coyote. The animal lets out a yelp, dropping whatever was in its mouth, and taking off down the trail. The boy puts his feet on the pedals and slowly rides closer. Damp dark dirt is scattered around where the coyote was digging. Something long is protruding from under the fence but then sticks up at a right angle reaching to the sky. Still straddling his bike, the boy leans in for a closer look.
“Gross,” the boy says in an awed whisper, as he pulls out his cell phone.
by Conrad Reeder I don’t know how Hunter Thompson would have responded to the idea that the earth is a living creature. But I perceive Earth as Gaia or a Divine Entity that self-created an amazing home and she adjusts the conditions of our atmosphere for the optimal expression of life. In […]
by Wilson Krause Old folks’ homes are not the most pleasant of places. For one thing, they’re so sterile that they more closely resemble hospitals than houses. They’ve got that hospital smell, the one that makes me want to stay home and snap my compound fracture back into place by […]
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