In unknown lands that do not feel that way , she sat wondering about herself and what had led her here. He paced in the room without reason, occasionally looking at her and nodding in approval. Read more
Her weight on top of me was pleasantly familiar. It never got old, her hard pelvic ridge finding that perfect resting place, that familiar feeling of skin pressing against skin, her warm hairless thighs, taut from hours in the gym, pressing against the roughness of my short brown hair. Read more
Howard put the broom into the shed at the back of the diner and tossed the bag of leaves into the dumpster before heading for the IGA. What the hell was Bitsy thinking, sending a man down to the store to buy plants? Read more
Every week, our IndieInk Writing Challenge draws the most brilliant and imaginative writers who craft the most creative and interesting posts — and many of these submissions just knock the editors’ collective socks off. And so, the editorial staff decided to get together and select one submission weekly to feature as our “Editors’ Choice.”
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Jessica sat at the piano, looking out at the globe lilies growing wild in the pasture that filled the view through her front window. Fairy lanterns. Read more
You were once so loved. Your genuine caring for others is what attracted me to you, but I fear time has eroded you now. Your youthful eyes have turned bloodshot and your face is creased with hardness. What was once a strong foundation is now a distant memory. Read more
Great story. You did a good job with the dialogue here.February 1, 9:00 am by Anastacia Campbell
