Red Hair, White Rope
My volunteer was an unusually pretty woman, wearing a fluttery summer dress. She came hopping over the chairs, in her eagerness to get up on the stage, where I stood with hanks of braided nylon rope dangling from my hands. I reached down for her hands, and hauled her up– and she came up fast, [...]
Stolen Roses
For January challenge, Aphrodite Title: Stolen Roses Author: Stella Omega Character: OFCs; Lenore, Astro Boi Rating: Teen Warnings: None Summary: Lenore finds a surprise on her doorstep. Fandom: None; these two characters were created in response to this challenge. Award choices: Aphrodite female Word Count: 710 Notes: Several weeks ago, I was overbearing towards [...]
Drabble for lit-gal
You can have your bunny back, kthnxs. Fandom; lit-gal BTVS AU titled “Kin Of The Heart.” pairing; Spike/Angel/Xander warnings– oh come on, I wrote it after all! No ropes or whips; a soupçon of shmoop perhaps. 100 words of Kin– times six… Xander; Whatever Xander was expecting, it probably wasn’t this; Not seeing Spike, whimpering [...]
Passing The Torch (R.P.Fic)
Written Fall of 2005, as I recall. I was driving on a very fast freeway– next to a wall– when this came to me. It is really NOT good to have one’s vision turned inward in such circumstances! This fic is, I am ashamed to say, based on real people; Johnny Depp and Marlon Brando, [...]
Meeting Robby
…Three things occurred to me. One was that, however fine a woman I am, I don’t usually get teenage succubi staring sweetly into my eyes with no effort on my part. Another was that this kid had more than kissed the Blarney stone- He must have chewed a piece right off…
Monet’s ‘Water Lilies’ at L’Orangerie
I spent months in battle with a city that smelt of home but had no place for a young American at large; all grey walls and closed elaborate doors– gates that offered a glimpse into lives that never asked to be shared. Parcs, sans any sign of life, left wanting Me, that could not live [...]
Day Divides the Night (RPF)
Written in, I think, 1997, at the behest of the very same Kvetina mentioned. This story names, but does not slander I hope, the great Prince of Rock and Roll, Jim Morrison.
“Drink Me”
You pay more attention to the glass in your hand than you do to me. Running your finger round the edge ever pouring the vintage red into its complaisant mouth and then- what a melting of tongue, And teeth meeting the rim! Yes, I’d rather be your wineglass than your lover.
Ten (10) 100-word flashfics
Morning; I stood at my front gate and watched the sun come up in the market street. I watched the housewives and shopkeepers, the balloon-seller and the pickpocket, bustling in the lovely light of a new Summer’s day. I was waiting for the right moment to step out onto the avenue, myself. Waiting on a [...]
Anniversary memory
It was love at first sight for me and my S.O- even though that “first sight” was filtered through three panes of glass- I’d gone to meet a date at the airport, we were flying to San Francisco for a weekend. I was inside the lobby, and i saw my date step out of a [...]
