Beating A Live Horse
The starting gate dropped with a thunk, and that started the thunder. Flying chunks of turf and track pounded into dust by a legion of hooves and twitching muscled flanks and short little riders who didn't even look twelve years old. They hit the curve...
Migratory Species
The phone rang, and Troy hated himself. He licked the back of his hand, trying to get the acid out of his mouth. Spat into the days old coffee cup on his desk and pulled the wet part of his nightshirt away from his body. He'd rinsed it clean of vomit...
Jack, Schuyler's Giant Killer
Jack, schuyler's giant killer by malcolm 'foozzzball' cross (8000 words) "the sky is iron." gaylord gravely set down his stick, staring at the rising sun with light-fearing eyes.
Black Mouse
:// 2106, City of Minneapolis, University of Minnesota. \* His spit tasted tasted like acid. Not quite acid, no. The ph-controlled disinfectants they used to wash his mouth and throat out with, during endoscopy. He could nearly...
You Can Never Go Home
It was a long way home. Evran had thought that, thousands and thousands of miles away, back in Tajikistan, before things had hit the wall. Home was nearer for Evran now, though. San Iadras was a big city, but not as big as a country. It was a long walk...
The touch she dreams about.
Elle Dante shares a little something, up one one of the stages of the Spirit of '67, and remembers, just a little, how she'd always wanted to be touched by a certain special someone. Any (respectful) feedback, suggestions and commentary you may...
Not quite so alone.
A little warning, this story might make you quite sad, in the end. You may also want to read osme of the other Spirit of '67 works before this, particularly "E Dante's 'Who Am I?'", although I don't think it's essential. We get to see a...
Carried away with summer.
Elle Dante gets a little carried away on the floor of the Spirit of '67 with the recollection of what she used to do in the summertime. A challenge over 'unusual summer fun' on playmouse elicited this work. Any (respectful) comments and...
E. Dante's 'Who am I?'
This isn't particularly explicit, (certainly more sensual than sexual, really) but is more something around which I feel miss Dante has some concern and wishes to explore, being the nature of how she came to be who she is, and the many problems one...
Spirit of \'67
Some notes from the author: Oh man. Yeah. I think my word-processor chewed this alive, but I may have wrestled it back under control. Anyway! I hope you enjoy this little piece of 'art', as our protagonist would call it. Any (respectful) Feedback or...