Tequila Tuesday_When April 1 Was No Fun_Imp_Dragged by the Soul of Her Feet
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Tequila Tuesday
Warning: This story contains an implied sex scene and themes related to abuse.Tequila Tuesdays By Leanne LeviHe texted way too early. I squinted at the phone:5:50 amYou’re gorgeous. xI hadn’t saved his number in my phone and wasn’t planning on it. I didn’t reply and fifteen minutes later a second text vibrated on the bedside table:6:05 amCan’t wait to see you at work today. xI sat up and frowned. He was twice my age. Accounts department, I think. I’d come out of the bathroom the night before and there he was, leaning against th...
When April 1 Was No Fun
Tell tale scars of last night's debauchery lay scattered all over the 14th floor high rise apartment room that overlooked the Indian Ocean.Contents of a half empty whisky bottle swam all over the checkerboard mosaic floor---a flotilla of still born desires the night had birthed.Competing for misdemeanor were an unlikely assignment of contenders---half burnt cigarette stubs, leftovers of a half eaten Mexican pepperoni paneer pizza and small little icicles of vomit, each the size of a 3rd stage cancerous tumour. Dog eared pages 31 and 101 of Kafka's Metamorphosis sucked up to the sticky spine of...
Imp
Every day is the same.I get up and put on my spacesuit. I choose from my assortment of hats. Then I go onto the ship. I do all the tasks along with a few others. Then I go back to the Dorms and sleep until the next day. We have the same food every day.And there is no calendar. So I do not know the year, the month, the dwww.onedoor.ccay. There is no clock. I use the food to measure time. They deliver the food when we are sleeping, and when we are working. When we wake up and when we finish tasks we get to eat. The food is always cold.Today someone new has come. Their name is Imp. Soon we will forget their na...
Dragged by the Soul of Her Feet
Mature themes, physical threats, discussions of murder, abduction, issues of race, discrimination, and rude language.Henrietta gripped her husband's arm, Stanley, as they approached the eastbound train platform's steps. It was much that she felt the perspiration under the palm of her hand and alongside her arm, feeling the slightly dampened fabric of his blazer. Said aged thirtyish Stanley, "when will you be convinced? I am taking this time off to see Dad." She replied, "I'm still trying to believe you'll take your mind off your work while you're away." "What promises have I broken to you?" He...