The sheets with tiny pink rosebuds, incongruously innocent, are tangled beneath us. Your lips travel slowly down from my earlobe to my neck, marking your
Category: Fiction
At the Movies
I took my first Creative Writing class in Spring of 2017. One of our topics was concise expression. One fun in-class assignments was to rewrite a
After
Our breathing is still rapid, labored, but starting to calm. Your hands are entwined with mine above my head. Your lips look bruised from our
At the Movies
I took my first Creative Writing class in Spring of 2017. One of our topics was concise expression. One fun in-class assignments was to rewrite a
Fire
The sheets with tiny pink rosebuds, incongruously innocent, are tangled beneath us. Your lips travel slowly down from my earlobe down to my neck, marking
Hangover (revisited)
I wake in a nest of pillows and blankets that smell of fresh straw and heather, blood and sex. Way too much light is coming
After
Our breathing is still rapid, labored, but starting to calm. Your hands are entwined with mine above my head. Your lips look bruised from our
At the Movies
I took my first Creative Writing class this past Spring. One of our topics was concise expression. One fun in-class assignments was to rewrite a famous
Fire
The sheets with tiny pink rosebuds, incongruously innocent, are tangled beneath us. Your lips travel slowly down from my earlobe down to my neck, marking
