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The Archivist

There is a particular brand of depression you experience when you have to move back in with your parents. At the tail end of college, Kate got lots of promises from professors and advisors, that her years of studying esoteric and philosophical subjects would lead to...

A Working Man’s Treat

On holidays, Martin gave himself permission to get a treat. He deserved it, in his opinion. He went most of the year being good, being presentable, being a father and a husband, and an asset to his community. So on the lesser holidays, like Presidents Day or Columbus...

Puffy

When did the obsession start? She’d started sending pictures out of the blue. A friend, but not a close friend, who was kept indoors because of the plague, suddenly decided that I needed to see her naked. She was polite about it, of course, she was a very nice girl...

Greedy Queen 2

I’ve been working on the sequel to my story Greedy Queen for a long time, and this week I was inspired to put the final touches on it. The original is a story of face-sitting, obsession, desire, and lust. The sequel is a dirty little threesome that involves...

Tough

The thing about Frankie was she rolled her eyes every time I added something to a conversation. She never laughed at my jokes, and she never looked me in the eye. I thought it was because I was a little too obvious about my attraction to her. She was brilliant,...

Blank Page

My heart was broken. My heart was broken in lab 427b at 13:45 on a rainy day in April. My name is Miles Brown, and I am a poor scientist. I know it, and now most of the faculty and Biophysicists and Neurophysicists Ph.D. students at my university know it as well. I...

Desire & the Flames

Wednesday meant a racing heart. Thursday through Tuesday meant long nights of writing, erasing, ripping up papers, and trying desperately to find the right words. Sophia wrote a poem every week. She finished them on Wednesdays, usually in the morning before work. She...

A Quick Trip Downtown

Edward was taking me on another one of his damned adventures. I swear, if he weren’t like a brother to me, I’d be done with him. He shouted from the drawing room for me to hurry and dress, but I couldn’t get the damn bow tie right. Looking in the...

The Doll Collector

The streets were black, wet, and peppered with gold and red October leaves. At seven o’clock, the sky had already grown dark, with only a few lingering fingers of ruddy crimson at the edges to show where the sun had descended. Alan walked down the familiar...

Free Stories & Flash Fiction

Back Seat Brat – “My Daddy’s not here, so you have to pay for my fries,” she said plainly, looking bitchy and bratty at the same time.Pain and Worship – A meeting in a Speakeasy leads to exploration. She heard what he did to her old roommate....