Smoking Kills_An Inspirational Reflection into the Nothingness of Original Creations_The Snake Kille
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Smoking Kills
TW: Sex, swearing and spontaneous dance.Kirsten’s smile was the evil black of an aching tooth that lived to cause pain. She was the absence that smirks as cars veer of the road in the night. Invisible. The lovers broke from a kiss with ‘fuck me now’ lust in their eyes. They were youth and beauty. They were hope and health. Kirsten couldn’t resist. The cigarettes and lighter sat on the hood of his car, waiting. Some people like their bacon smoked. Some vampires feel the same about their blood. Powerless, they lit up with a spark drawing them in, moths to a flame. Not wonde...
An Inspirational Reflection into the Nothingness of Original Creations
DISCLAIMER: This story was a personal writing experiment by the author. The intent was to write one short story that satisfied all five of this week’s prompts. So that is why you will see it posted five separate times (assuming I am allowed to keep them each posted). Enjoy!I remember the first story I ever attempted to write as a child. It was to be the first in a series of children's books, there would be a great adventure that spurred from a chance encounter in a small village. My three young protagonists would be thrust into a fantasy world of chaos and destiny. But I never got past the fir...
The Snake Killer of Jefferson County
My imminent demise drew closer with each tick of the clock. The hands moved with an urgency that begged for argument. Tick.Tock.I looked out over the audience who inched forward in their chairs, waiting with bated breath. Their eyes were studying me. My shoes, brown loafers were a bit scuffed from wear. My tan slacks hung limply from my knees to my ankles. The crispness of the starch long since worn out from the humidity. My navy blue blazer fit snugly over my powder blue oxford shirt with the coordinating neck tie.They know. They couldn't possibly know.My brain was slowly slipping into a pani...
The Tattooed Man in Apartment 2B
"Mark, I need to file a noise complaint on apartment 2B." I say to the landlord. His name is Mark Lessing and he's been my landlord for three years now. I’ve never had to come to him with any complaint, but today is the day that changes.He slightly tilts his head down so he's looking at me from over the thick-rimmed glasses that slid down his nose. "Apartment 2B, you say?"I nodded. "Yes. You know I have to work early in the morning and www.onedoor.ccmy lovely neighbor likes to blare his awful, music loudly throughout the night. I've tried to ignore it, but it's affecting my work life and quite frankly my me...