A slow drag and a sip of Scotch

A phone ringing in the distance, he sits there, eyeing a glass of scotch. Slow burning cigarette on his fingertips, she sighs, and he winces. What he wouldn’t do for a line right now, a spark, the gasoline is there, just one match. There is nothing in the world he would not do for her; …

I had been writing…

A little here and a little there, I think I will c/p them here, maybe they are really a coherent tale my mind makes at random... He looks down at his hands, considers the wasted time, a gun in one hand and a cigarette in the other. People always take for granted the fights other …

The Eyes of the Insane

Sorry I have been a little preoccupied.... Ophelia She was far too young when we met, pretty, immature and more than likely insane, a random girl who started hanging out within my circles. Wavy brown hair and a big grin from ear to ear, blue eyes always staring. She grew older, but she managed to …

Happenstance in Positives

I will keep the motion with the more brief encounters for now, time is not as available in the busy season. Antianara Gorgeous is an understatement to describe her, seemingly grey eyes and dark hair, infectious smiles hanging off high cheek bones. She moves with a grace and elegance unparalleled, truly deserving of the regal …

The Runaway

Goldie Her corn-silk hair, her hauntingly blue-green eyes, her graceful motion gave away what she really was; she was an angel, fallen from grace. She was sweet and innocent, well as innocent as a twenty something could be, but she had a shadow, I could feel it, I wanted to touch it, something that happened …

The Most Dangerous Game

Some of these are more difficult than others, it is not always easy to look back. Betty Many people live their entire lives behind masks, few have no mask, this one is not the only one who I have had experienced like this, but this was particular to her character. She was real, raw, completely …

The Dark Night of My Soul

Continuance and continuity I trudge forward. Ardat Lili What a chance meeting, a person happening to be in the car with a friend looking for some entertainment, an accident that bled into 4 months. Her jet black hair, her almost grey eyes, aloof and alluring. There was something about her that made me unable to …

Decadence and Defiance

Though this is a continuation of the prior post, I will not call anything "part two" or the like, it seems to not do justice... Magdelena My dark haired beauty, my blue eyed cartoon character, save that you had pinkies, another detour on my path to Hell that which if I were wiser, I would …

The Wasteland Dreamworld

A human with a deep memory is always an echo chamber for personal pain. Me To close ones eyes and see the past so crisply is sort of like time travel were nothing you do, even though you could wish it different, changes a thing. Perhaps it needs to not be changed, perhaps you need …

The Double Barreled Goddes Gun

How does one define attraction, is it even possible to sum all things and put them in words which give justice to the reality? How does one do it, without being violent? How does one exclude nicely? These are the thoughts which plague me while I contemplate writing about her, the one, the one who …