It’s almost unfathomable to believe that there are still places so frozen in time that it could just as easily… Read more Scarlet’s
Tag: short story
He’s Learning to Love
I emerge from the upstairs bedroom I once stayed in with you sobbing. I could little control what was coming… Read more He’s Learning to Love
Lights Out
Is there anything worse than celebrating one’s birthday? The answer, quite simply, is yes. What’s worse is demanding not to… Read more Lights Out
An American Returning to the U.S. As An Immigrant
It’s almost unfathomable to think that a single document can determine the entire course of one’s life—the very location which… Read more An American Returning to the U.S. As An Immigrant
IOU 1 Orgasm, Or The Matriarchy Maker
“I’ll bust next time,” he says acceptingly after what feels like, in the sex world, a tantra amount of time… Read more IOU 1 Orgasm, Or The Matriarchy Maker
Pants/Button-Front Shirt, Morocco
The shirt and the pants weren’t particularly important. Had no sentimental value, nor were they terribly expensive. But they came… Read more Pants/Button-Front Shirt, Morocco
Le PTSD de Paris
Paris is a lovely place when you’re in love. And something of a psychedelic nightmare when you’re out of it.… Read more Le PTSD de Paris
The Excuse of Sexlessness When It’s Convenient, Or The Arbitrary Chastity Belt
He had apparently come a long way from being the type to shout, “My dick’s hard. Is your pussy wet?”… Read more The Excuse of Sexlessness When It’s Convenient, Or The Arbitrary Chastity Belt
The Refugee Who Wanted More, And Stood There Inflicting Uncomfortableness to Get It
The stance on the refugee is quite simply twofold: he is to be pitied, taken in and given a chance… Read more The Refugee Who Wanted More, And Stood There Inflicting Uncomfortableness to Get It
Filling Your Quota
I could be a much better writer if I wasn’t so concerned with output. With being seen. With having an… Read more Filling Your Quota
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