Short Story
The Solution
I talk to myself. I have to. No one else will listen. No one else understands. Even if they did, I wouldn’t dare expose
I talk to myself. I have to. No one else will listen. No one else understands. Even if they did, I wouldn’t dare expose
She was suspicious that everyone in the room was melting. The man sitting at the coffee table directly in her line of sight was
I pursued him with a single minded determination that had been notably lacking in my previous endeavours. I wanted Richard to be mine like I
I jack off to one of the pictures of her I have saved on my computer and after I’m done I send her a message to tell her
The skin is the largest organ of the human body. It insulates and protects. It contains all we are. Fluids, muscles, tissues and bones, shuddering
It’ll be a Wednesday. It’ll be cloudy outside. There will be fog creeping over the ravine and remnants of an early-morning rain still drifting
That day, Ezzie didn’t fantasize about leaving her husband the way she did every other day of the week, which when calculated, amounted to five
The city centre fast food restaurant, part of a chain known across the world, was empty when the young couple entered. They paused to survey
The red door to my home opened and the fresh smell of warm turkey and cranberry sauce collided with my senses the way Sticky
It was difficult getting everything together but she wanted to do it for Yacov. The jaundice had left her weak, drained, and the enervating
Three walls of the room are made of tin, but on the fourth side a polished floor opens, running like fabric into curtains of lace,
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