Judgement Stories

Cunts and cocks contested wildly across the orgy-slicked ballroom floor. Then everything stopped, sweat-washed debauchery halted in an instant. In the bewildering silence came a single resounding tick of hard against glass. Heads swiveled, eyes squinted, the balcony doors creaked open. There, bathed in frigid moonlight she stood, the white-eyed specter of eternal judgment. She scanned the room of naked revelers, reading e...

Life at the apartment - or 'sex den', I should say - was going along great. Libby got a job at the cleaners to help with the expenses. Andrea was doing the cooking and keeping the house but felt bad because she was not working and bringing in money. I don’t know if that would have been a good idea. Since the murder, we kept her inside just for precaution. We hadn’t heard anything about the murder, but we were not leaving...

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I see the cold, pale moonlightSpear through the windowOnto the damp-cold wood of the hallway.It stabs viciously,A burning ache of hungerFor my misery to be called forth.But how can it call misery,When misery spills out and overflowsDown the steps of the front door,Black ink seeping into wet, wan parchmentAnd feathering ugly finge...