What made her fear the rain ))) a strange emotion ((( was the rain’s motion. Today the rain fell but it didn’t reach the ground!!! The smothered rain scared her, but who cares? The ex[tension] of this feeling was something like a torrential rain that has nothing to do but scar her already wounded heart. Listening to the stifled voice of the rain, she looked like an innocent little child scared by a scare[crow]. The rain stopped, but fear & anxiety were still tilling her chest.
Added by Ali Znaidi on January 1, 2013 at 10:22am —
________________________________________________. ___________________! ________________________? ……/……/……/…/………/………/…. __________. & the
decapitated discourse still oozes from the blocked pores of the tongues.
Added by Ali Znaidi on January 1, 2013 at 10:16am —
My first fan mail ever here at 6S was from realloverose, who saw my profile today and fund me worthy to be hers as someone she can lay on his arms. With love is concern, caring in this awkward position, she will apparently be teasing me all nightlong which is so awesome because not only is this my first fan mail but first threesome too - giddyup! I can email her, miss rose, and remember that distance or color does not… Continue
Added by Christinedi on May 23, 2011 at 5:00pm —
Sure, I was a rebellious little bastard, and to be honest, the only reason why I bothered attending school at all was to avoid truancy arrest.
Sister Margaret Gertrude and the other hooded vultures gave up on me a long time ago, but I decided to shock the hell out of ‘em by actually doing a homework assignment.
So that night, I grabbed a pen and hastily cranked out the two-page essay assignment, which turned into a six-page sophomoric drivel-fest about a bank robbery gone bad,… Continue
Added by Joseph Lupoli on May 1, 2011 at 11:30am —
Every point of contact is a source of electricity - fiery currents surging through me, as we kiss, our tongues offering prelude to what is next. Your stare is that of a tiger - intense with passion before claiming its prey, but unlike the wildcat, taking your time - savoring every moment. Whilst being devoured, my hands grasp the soft cotton believing the leverage of the fabric will push the moment further. My eyes, angelic yet devilish, look over a shoulder to see confidence, strength,… Continue
Added by Nancy Morrison on April 17, 2011 at 12:18am —
Two hundred and eighty-four posts (and a dozen or more deleted).A conservative estimate of comments, say a couple of thousand.Ninety-eight friends, half a dozen of whom (the highlight!) I met in New Orleans.… Continue
Added by Sandra Davies on January 13, 2011 at 1:00am —
MuDJoB wishes you and yours a happy and safe holiday season. If you find yourself with a few spare moments (yeah, who's got any of those hanging around?), and you're looking for something to fill the time, why not go back and revisit a favorite by one of the many fine authors listed below? Remember, It's a Wonderful Life, and inspiration comes in all forms. This week we've got a nifty little tale by Bill Lapham called… Continue
Added by Michael Brown on December 22, 2010 at 7:40am —
Should one regret realisation?
In January this year I knew that I could write, but I sought a voice other than the academic, needing to find a way to tell my family histories so that my children would wish to read them. Now, December, I have found not only that voice but many others too, I have written prose, poetry, haiku and over 100,000 words of fiction, both romantic and erotic and stuff inbetween.
Sharing my output with a wealth of like-minded people, gaining a wealth… Continue
Added by Sandra Davies on December 3, 2010 at 5:04pm —
Todd was a worrier, a worrier who liked to eat beets; this was an unfortunate combination of personality traits.
Actually Todd tended to worry even if he hadn’t eaten beets.
Often he would go to the doctor on his lunch break, complaining of swollen glands and unusual phantom pains; his doctor was dismissive and family and friends mocked him, they told him he was silly.
The night before he was taken to hospital Todd had beets for supper; hours later he was so consumed with anxiety… Continue
Added by S. May on October 28, 2010 at 8:30am —
Light, warmth, heat, fire; thick smoke mingled with the smell of autumn. Leaves swirled and the moon glowed overhead as they discarded their clothes, moving closer to the crackling fire. Barefoot, their feet danced on moist earth and fallen leaves. They held hands and circled to the right for seven skips then changed direction and danced to the left for twelve beats, then right, then left; as their chanting grew louder they surged forward, caught up in the moment. One didn't join the circle but… Continue
Added by S. May on October 25, 2010 at 4:06pm —
Melanie peered through the window in anxious anticipation; if I can do this, she told herself, I can do anything.
‘Mel’s such a wimp, she’ll never do it,’ her little brother had said as laughter rippled around the table and crimson warmth filled her cheeks.
‘I’ll show them,’ she now muttered under her breath as she tried to muster her nerve; hand in pocket she fingered the small butterfly drawing she had made in art class.
The door opened and two boys came out, sleeves rolled up… Continue
Added by S. May on October 14, 2010 at 12:05pm —
I think Rain is good, it’s great… It’s awesome actually. It didn’t allow you to get out of your house; it wants you to sit back near the window see the drops of rain water sticking the window glass. Wear nothing but a T-shirt and jeans though the weather is cold. A Cup of hot coffee in your hand forgetting that busy schedule and think about the life. What you want from it? What did you did till now? What is your plan and where you want to go?
I think the rain… Continue
Added by Moosa Hemani on October 8, 2010 at 7:48pm —
Maggie still had Tiddles but no-one knew; not her husband of twenty years, nor her two teenage sons.
She kept him in a box at the back of her closet buried beneath a pile of old shoes and discarded handbags.
Every once in awhile, when the mood struck, she’d take Tiddles from his box and stare at him. His once soft, immaculate fur was matted and dirty from years of abuse; his left eye was missing and his right ear had been torn off.
Sometimes, when her husband was… Continue
Added by S. May on October 8, 2010 at 10:03am —
Jess often found things; nothing big, rubbish really.
Today she was standing at the Post Office counter when she saw it; a discarded white paperclip. Her fingers itched to grab it so she waited until the teller looked away and then, leaning sideways, she placed her elbow over it and slid it towards her open handbag. It dropped in without a sound and Jess felt a familiar sense of calm, assured by this sign that today would be a good day, today would be safe.
Yesterday it had… Continue
Added by S. May on October 7, 2010 at 3:15pm —
Yesterday, while sitting at a stoplight, I saw a small white car with a license plate that read J DAVIES. My mind immediately conjured up Julia Davies from 6S. Which quickly made me think of Sandra, which reminded me of Teresa (which makes me think of Crisman simultaneously), which caused me to think of Gita, then naturally on to Mike H. (have to go through in the entire family with Jared), then Lady Grey. The color name of course caused me to think of Green. I had to stop it there, or my mind… Continue
Added by Sissy Anderson on October 6, 2010 at 2:30pm —
He was double pissed; first he was enraged, second he was drunk.
He left the hotel bar and staggered through the lobby and out the sliding glass doors; the concierge tried to stop him but he shook him off. His thoughts jumbled; possible typhoon, the holiday was meant to be a fresh start, guests advised to stay indoors, she was mad because he ate her
fucking nuts on the flight, whatever
Rain as… Continue
Added by S. May on October 4, 2010 at 5:41pm —
Benjamin didn’t believe her when she first told him; she felt his body tighten and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he looked at her.
she assured him with a smile, it would be her first time but she was game to try
So they planned for Saturday afternoon; she met him at his place, wore the jeans she knew he liked and giggled as she told him he would have to show her what to do.… Continue
Added by S. May on September 29, 2010 at 5:23pm —
She sat very still; one thin finger on her right hand twirled a lock of curly red hair in a slow, steady, soothing movement. She was exhausted and completely devoid of all emotion. Raw, gritty eyes, water-logged by spent tears, stared vacant and unseeing at the wall. She shuddered as air, caught between hiccup and sigh, escaped her lips and with great effort she pulled herself up off the floor. Placing the knife in the sink she smoothed her skirt and squared her shoulders; the children would… Continue
Added by S. May on September 27, 2010 at 1:38pm —
She knew she shouldn’t but she did, she felt guilt creeping in but she shoved it away; knowing better doesn’t stop it, in fact it feeds it, nurtures, encourages and loves it.
I need to go to the shop anyways
, she lied to herself, might as well treat myself and besides it will help me sleep and I didn’t have time to pick up the sleeping tablets and it’s been such a long rough patch
; the excuses came thick and… Continue
Added by S. May on September 23, 2010 at 2:35pm —
She stares out the window through the rain and watches a crow perched on the rooftop of a house across the street; unfazed by the unrelenting drizzle his beak points skyward while his eyes watch the traffic below. Every few moments his wings twitch and his head bobs as he pecks at his chest. Another crow lands beside him but then flies away when, in a display of aggression, he hops towards it. He seems bigger now; puffed up and defiant in his solitude. The phone rings and she shrinks down into… Continue
Added by S. May on September 23, 2010 at 8:42am —