Everything is a 'serum' or a 'tonic' or 'elixir' these days. Saw a product labeled as 'sun serum'...examined the label, and it's just sunscreen. But given my own use of the word 'serum' in my fiction, I don't want to rub it on my face. (If you know you know)
Can't tell if my current short story is 'low brow' or not, and I'm hoping that's somehow the point.
Hubs is the exact same way. Ah well, more for me!
thinking abouit how in korean traditional theater there is a monster called yeongno which eats rich people and if it eats 100 of them it gets to go to heaven (I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well and I can't explain what it looks like, sort of like an anteater) Like can we summon this m quasi-normalcy replies - go little fellow!
I believe in you, little guy
New short story up! Has elements of erotic weight gain and a sugar relationship, so don't like/don't read obviously. But in case this is anyone's cup of tea, happy belated holidays!
Speak for yourself; I rob banks and fight superheroes every weekend before I go to the bar 🤣 /j
#animals #love #kindness #nature I love animals of all kinds. I believe the Golden rule applies to more than humans, but all living things. All animals were created for a purpose. Preserve and protect them and their habitats. For what is man without the sound of birds singing and all animals....
Content warnings: this story contains depictions of violence, included but not limited to premeditated homicide. The author does not purport to condone the actions of the characters. However, reader discretion is advised.
Summary: Frank Conway is just your average guy with a dead-end job and a wounded ego. When a fearsome and not-quite-human stranger approaches him offering him powers beyond his wildest belief, it will change his reality. But is he prepared to pay a price for his new life that he never agreed to?
Morning party people! Pro Bone-o is now complete at 6 chapters and 11.5k words! (See thread for summary and relevant content warnings!)
Hi, I would like to drift across Europe high on opium and bisexual trysts. How can I do that?
New short story up! Come one, come all, fans of supernatural horror and dark comedy! (Word count so far: 1650.)
I made you lunch...
Baking again! These turned out super good!
Slices of cucumber topped with cottage cheese, avocado, hot sauce, balsamic reduction, and basil leaves
Midnight snack, anyone?
And Jett, despite returning to his hometown after failing to become a Hollywood actor, refuses to give up his dream of becoming a big celebrity.
How can Desiree use her magical powers to solve the problems of these three men?
Rich, a long-suffering warehouse worker, endures endless toil on the job, along with the crushing demand of his boss, but still struggles to afford his lunch.
In the rural town of Sainte-Clodine, Desiree runs the Wishing Well, a bar where she offers more than just drinks.
Hank, a bar regular, laments the slow deterioration of his marriage. It seems his wife has grown distant, despite his tireless effort to stay in shape to please her.
Thanks! I hope you find something you like!
@whatsonsecond.bsky.social Thanks for the follow back! Excited to read your work!
(From my new short story, Fire and Ice, now live on my Ao3!)
When the steam dissipated, Connie had flown higher. Violet caught her just as she was popping a ceiling tile out of its frame to crawl up into there, cackling like a little maniac.
Dammit! She had a faster arm, and the intuition to know how to use it to her advantage. Maybe Violet had underestimated the rookie after all…
"If anyone should be playing the bad guy, ROOKIE, it should be me! YOU’RE the one that needs–” Breath hitching, she threw one more dagger. “PRACTICE!”
“Am I, though?” With a marksman’s precision, Connie hurled a ball of flame straight at Violet’s icicle, vaporising it into steam that blinded her.
A man and woman embrace
Vanilla (with Sprinkles) Today was a “vibrator died in the act” kind of day –while Kalie was close. Replacing the battery didn't help. It was dead dead, off to spend eternity in dildo Valhalla . This was a cosmic sign from the universe to at least attempt a one-night stand.
The swoop of a message sending filled him with more terror and dread than he’d felt in six months. “FUCK!” the yell echoed in the empty store. Assess the damage. Sam: Hey, last night was fun, I hope you slept okay. Buy me a cup of coffee sent 9:28 am. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He slammed the phone on the counter. She’s maybe not awake yet, she won’t look at what time I sent it. He unlocked the phone once more, determined to distract himself with a few memes. Sam’s vision blurred as those three dreaded dots indicated typing. He just met her, and this was just friendship. It didn’t matter. It felt like it mattered. Ding! Sam cursed the new year. Kalie: Hey! Guess you’re pretty tired too! What time did you get up? This could have gone worse. This could have gone a lot worse…and then it was worse, because he answered without thinking. Sam: 7am, I have a shift this morning. Kalie: Oh shit! I’m so sorry for keeping you out late! I do owe you some coffee! Sam: No He hit send before he thought through the entirety of how to respond. He quickly screenshotted and sent the image to Steve with the word HELP. Sam: You don’t have to, that was a joke. The three dots reappeared, and he begged the universe to wake Steve up. The dots stopped and started again six times. Sam’s eyes were fixed on the screen, as if concentration would set time back to 9:27am. He toggled over to Steve’s chat –no dots. Ding! Kalie: I’m headed to that area today anyway. How do you like your coffee, I’ll bring you some. I owe you after all ; )
Vanilla (with Sprinkles) WHEN HARRY MET SALLY X SPOILER ALERT Contemporary Romance 98k Words Strangers to friends to lovers Banter Unhinged FMC hiding from the internet Thick bodied MMC Sexy, wholesome, five alarm spice Late 20s/early 30s main characters The only romance you’ll ever read that puts pineapple on a porkroll, egg and cheese breakfast sandwich
How many books do you know of where the call to adventure is a broken vibrator? Now, you know at least one: Vanilla (with Sprinkles)
#Questpit #R #Q (nearly) #Writesky #Romacelandia
Autism isn’t an epidemic. It's not a disease. It’s a natural variation in how people think…which, frankly, is a relief in a world where most people don't think at all.
Muffins! Yes they are very good and I'll be making them again and again.