From Clay
I would love the way you wounded me even if I did not love you; only some kind of divine perfection must know how to bleed a man that much […]
I would love the way you wounded me even if I did not love you; only some kind of divine perfection must know how to bleed a man that much […]
Another one of Chuck’s Flash Fiction Challenges, from Terrible Minds. This comes in at exactly 1000 words. * * * “What have you done?” He stood next to where I […]
If she was the original sinner, damned for knowing, I imagine she won’t mind that growing — cynicism in her veins the gathering mistrust of everything she was supposed to […]
He was mine, though he never knew it. His hands crafted worlds, fingers pulling them loose from the firmament, making webs between the bright lights of stars. He was a […]
She knew poetry from her lover, and could repeat it aloud, speaking of stars freshly hewn from the heavenscape, of the cosmic rain that washed her as she stood with […]