Impulse, or: Impotence

A limerick A renowned oil painter, much admired, Shed tears of frustration, uninspired. Then, sultry canvas drew him in; His purist impulses caved to sin... Shaking, Ling flushed at the art that he'd sired. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #145 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below as inspiration for writers to… Continue reading Impulse, or: Impotence

Upon their first kiss, or: Nary a misgiving

A Cleave poem in the form of two Shadormas he yearns for all of hersoft, supple secrets she gladly gifts himhis desire pressed againstquivering painful needwith nary a misgiving she lets herself be takenas control crumbles upon their first kiss How to read a cleave poem? Simply: Read the left hand poem as a first… Continue reading Upon their first kiss, or: Nary a misgiving

A dozen beauties

A 'Drabble' The Tull Desert was neutral territory; the rebels knew its every rock. Fing felt comfortable enough meeting there, especially as his forces were holding Prince Quorda hostage back in Phemmerr. Feiveen and his men were already waiting. "Name your price, rebel," he declared, shattered. "We demand full independence from Kuvuk." "So be it.… Continue reading A dozen beauties

Peering through her Mech-a-Boo

As her classmates departed with zest for their kickball game, Michelle murmured her apology. She wanted to test her new invention. Peering through her Mech-a-Boo, Michelle turned towards the wall of the principal's office... Just as he was kissing his secretary. “Clockwork Eyes” by Mick Ryan This piece of flash fiction was written in response… Continue reading Peering through her Mech-a-Boo

Her beloved’s deep chocolate eyes

Light stretched contentedly, tracing her fingers along Dark's sinewy body. Last night's lovemaking had left her spent and euphoric, as always. Soon they would bathe together and get into character for the daily augury. Dark murmured with pleasure and then, frowning, turned towards her lover. "I'm tired of the staged ceremonies, my love. I think…… Continue reading Her beloved’s deep chocolate eyes

Staged, or: Busted

A limerick The young thespian's tears stole the show; Offstage, though, they continued to flow, for at one unlucky junction, her wardrobe did malfunction, and two thick socks flew into the first row. d'Verse prompt: Compound Me! At d'Verse, poets are encouraged to choose at least one compound word from the list below to use… Continue reading Staged, or: Busted

An impromptu rooftop visit

He recalled her wild spontaneity, always pushing him beyond his comfort zone. He'd fallen in love on an impromptu rooftop adventure. As she'd sat there, enjoying the sunset, he'd sat watching the wind whipping her long, beautiful hair around… worrying that she might get blown off the roof. This piece of flash fiction was written… Continue reading An impromptu rooftop visit

One bad turn, or: Another

A limerick He gripped the stair railing with surprise, as the despair faded from his eyes; but it was just her twin sister who smirked, 'Man, you sure dissed her!' and then straddled his lap with her thighs. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #132 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below (taken… Continue reading One bad turn, or: Another