Finally, we're alone. It took some orchestration, but for once, all my carefully laid plans came to fruition. I sit on the desk in my best imitation of being cool about it. The school is empty despite my heart jumping at every sound, real or imagined. "Aren't you a little overdressed?" you ask. God, you're daft. Yes, I'm wearing fishnets under my skirt and a choker to study for the team project. Maybe I also just forgot t...

1. The risen island The island was fucking ugly. Just a pile of mud and rocks north-west of the Carolinians, it was easy to believe it had been ignored by civilisation, forgotten and left alone by humans for centuries. Yet, their rapidly put together expedition had hurried there via old airplanes and older boats. There were two good reasons for this. The first was that the island had not been there a month ago. That in it...

Most people tend to close their eyes Heads bowed in deference to God Mumbling, hoping they've been heard. If I prayed, my gaze would be fixed upon the skies You see, I think a prayer's kind of like giving head I would not shut my eyes and look within my soul I would demand more than a sign Just like my tongue, apostle of your cunt Preaches the gospel of your body And in return demands your moan, your scream, your pant. Pr...

Soon, these footprints will be covered by the snow And my heart grows as quiet as the music of its fall The curtain soon to fall upon the show One memory remains, clearest of them all. I remember cobblestones, wet after the rain. Water puddles like mirrors of moonlight Some port, so long ago, so far away A girl who sang all through the night. All she ever gave me was the shadow of a smile With it, I weaved a better, unliv...

The army, and the large train of accompanying parties that followed it like birds that pick a dragon's scales clean, or perhaps like carrion birds trailing an injured animal, moved slowly. But there was so much to do that the movement was constant, in every direction, like an indecisive avalanche. I spent the entire first day lying on an ox-driven wagon that I had climbed on to avoid walking, my ass still in pain. I had n...

I saw her enter the office as if through a cloud of smoke. She moved towards my desk, a vague spectral figure in burgundy, her heels clicking against the cheap tiles, and I decided it was probably best to extinguish my cigarette. The smoke dissipated. “These things will kill you,” she said, her lush voice somehow familiar. She was very short, but her cold blue eyes held authority. She had the austere, wavy hairstyle of a...

I arrived at the village of Weir with my meagre belongings stuffed in a bag, clutching Lord Ledley's letter in my breast. I tried to ask the carriage driver for directions to the estate, but he had left almost before I set foot on the ground. A passing woman was kind enough to point me towards the path that led out of the village and into the forest. Following it would eventually take me to the river Auber, where the Ledl...

November 3, 1937. I’ve arrived at the house. I admit it’s in much better condition than I expected it to be – it’s old and dusty and the electricity is erratic, but other than that it’s quite impressive. I had no idea Uncle Jedediah had such means. The furniture alone must be worth a small fortune, and I haven’t even delved into the library. The solicitor’s letter said I should not throw anything away before getting it ap...

Rodry took out Sylmi's letter and set it next to her own blank paper. It had felt weird going into that little shop to buy writing supplies, but no one had spared her a second look. She was used to trying to attract attention and it had never been particularly difficult. Getting to feel unassuming now and then was somehow comforting. She knew it pretty much by heart but started reading to plot out her reply. *** Dear Rodr...

"Bet you didn't expect me." Kat had taken a one hour detour to get here. It was just something on her list, and long overdue. Today was as good a day as any. "To be honest, no. Who are you again?" "Ha ha." He smiled. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" She frowned. He looked more or less like she remembered him, but not exactly. Handsome, sure, just...sadder. That was probably to be expected. She had been feeling down lately...

We kiss goodbye outside the station. I turn to ask him if he wants to fuck me. He looks puzzled; you're not even out of sight. I shrug. "I'm a slut." It will prove enough of an explanation through the day. You come home in the evening. Maybe you can taste cum on my lips. Maybe you know what I am. In any case, your fist fucks me harder than ever. Vengefully? My body used up, we cuddle. My lips now taste of cunt. I prefer i...

Should there, by some rather peculiar turn of fate, happen to be an outside observer along its route, they would probably not even register the Iron Fox. Not just because against the backdrop of Jupiter it was a sorry sight, but because as far as spaceships went, it was anyway not the most impressive of vessels. It was the kind of ship you hired for sending ice, food and medicine to Io; the research stations there were st...

We went down a few steps to the heavy door of an unassuming building, one of many in the semi-abandoned harbour. I was not paying much attention to the sketchy but boring surroundings, preferring to check Eric's ass – it looked good in these jeans. "Here we are. Do you remember the safe word, just in case?" he asked me. I snorted derisively before seeing assuring him I did. If that helped him maintain his silly little fan...

Vandira lit a cigar and, just like the day before, sat down on the chair and put her legs on the desk. Liberated and anxious to show my worth, I scribbled quickly as she spoke, asking for clarifications where I thought it was necessary. "After being banished, my first thought wasn't how to plot my return," she said. "I decided to go to the south-west, past the mountains, to the port of Umbaya, simply because that was the...

I like it when you call me a slut; Might as well be my middle name. I'd really like to be your slut; Might as well be my claim to fame. God knows I've played the part before; And in truth, I've played it well. God knows I'm a proper little whore; That lonely, horny, easy girl. Everyone's always called me slut; As if the term is meant to hurt I've always thought myself a slut; Frankly, I rather like the word. So it might a...