Blurry October moon…
Under the full moon’s raw light I caught myself wishing you were a lycanthrope tearing my throat open with your long fangs letting me feed you my last breath…
Category: stories
Micro-poésie du vendredi…
Avec la patience de la lionne qui attend sans hâte son dû Je lécherai la luxure sur ta peau de chasseur Languissant de te voir enfin exposer ton coeur et j’y plongerai les dents, comme dans le fruit défendu *** Inspired by the work of Sarah Doughty, Hunger
Autumn’s avowals…
I wrote you a thousand times, he told her by the stone hearth. The flames reflected in her eyes, matching her red mane. The warm tones of the fire colored the whole room, covering the discreet blushing of her cheeks. I don’t have the eye of a painter, I don’t have the hand of…… Continue reading Autumn’s avowals…
Never…
Why are you smiling like that? He whispered, running his fingers in her curly stray blonde hair. She closed her eyes, and her smile grew even wider… Brushing her hand over the white clover blossoms, she hummed a tune, her head resting comfortably on his lap. You’re my something old, my something new… My something…… Continue reading Never…
The empty room…
You don’t have to talk… Of course, he didn’t. Replying would have requested being there in the first place. She was aware of that, but she could feel his presence all the same. His laughter still lingered in the air, and the searing feeling of his lips on her ivory skin was as real…… Continue reading The empty room…
Happy burfwhat???
Already a year, since our beloved furrball was born! It seems like yesterday… I tried to throw a little celebration to honor her first 365 days of being cute (most of the time anyway) but she really didn’t care all that much about it! Meowiversary? Whut’s that anyway, mum? Just give me them treats,…… Continue reading Happy burfwhat???
Waiting by the road…
It was still so early, that it seemed the sun was refusing to rise again. She had walked a long way to stand there, almost on his daily way to whatever he spent his days doing. Waiting for his silhouette to peak out, she wondered… She hadn’t announced herself this time. How would he…… Continue reading Waiting by the road…
Sweet little nothings…
February rain was pouring down, but he didn’t mind… Are you tongue ticklish? Where did she find those ideas? Tongue ticklish, did she mean anything naughty? Pulling the wooden coffee stick out of her cup, she handed it his way, inviting him to scratch on his taste buds… Surprisingly, the scrubbing gave him a…… Continue reading Sweet little nothings…
The pier…
-You should put on some sunscreen… She was turning her back to me. Sitting on the end of the dock, he feet were swaying back and forth in the air between the wooden platform and the water. Her pink tank top offered her palish skin to the sun, making me somehow jealous. -You shoud…… Continue reading The pier…
Love kamikaze…
And at that very moment, I felt the power of the connection overtaking my very soul. Nothing else mattered, and I didn’t fear the shadow of death anymore… I was about to blow out, in a flash so bright I would erase all trace of the night. I was ready to burst with you.…… Continue reading Love kamikaze…
Cyranny's Cove 