‘These so-called bleak times are necessary to go through in order to get to a much, much better place.’
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– David Lynch
‘The language of sex had yet to be invented. The language of the senses was yet to be explored.’
– Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus
Erotica from the excellent Exhibit A for the E prompt…
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Now, I do love a competition so it was a very easy decision to enter Oleander Plume’s competition, especially when the challenge was to pick from her brilliant list of story prompts. I am now even happier that I entered as I have very exciting news – Oleander is going to publish all the entries to her […]
Read more "What the butler saw…"
Shielding my eyes briefly from the glare that shines through the train window, I try to ignore the persistent tingle of anticipation that has started burning under my skin and curling slowly into my gut. The heat from the summer sun is turning the carriage into a sauna, but I’m pretty certain that I’m feeling […]
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Sad but true…sex is not as rife in hospitals as medical dramas would have you believe! It is only one of many inaccuracies, and perhaps less serious than the factual errors, but still remains frustrating. So I’m left to imagine illicit liaisons instead… He pushed her backwards into the cupboard with such force that she […]
Read more "This is not a real night shift…"
So I got a bit carried away watching the tennis this morning and, in the spirit of continuing my experiment with putting secret thoughts into documented words, thought I’d try writing some fiction again. I’m not sure what I think of it now it’s done but I certainly enjoyed writing it so let me know what you think. […]
Read more "Game, set and match…"
As she ran through the dark, all she felt was regret…regret that she had had to leave, regret that she had not acted, regret that she had gone at all. What did she think would happen? She had had to leave early, cursing the shift the following day. Missing the last train was not an […]
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