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valarltdAll the stuff I'm currently writing
Chilled to the bone (horror)
I had to pee. It was dark, the bed was uncomfortable and I had to pee. It was cold, too, and I couldn't figure out where the blankets were. So I tried to roll over and go back to sleep, figuring I could put off getting up for another hour.
Boys will do boys (EC)
AJ hurried to his email, dropping his coat over the back of the rocking chair, not even bothering to take off the polo with the company logo on it. He had to see if Roman had been typing.
Tall, Dark and Wriggly (tentacles)
The Wheelman loved sex in the Net. Unlike meatspace where his paralyzed lower body was at best unpredictable and at worst utterly useless, in the Net he could have anything he wanted. Anything and almost anyone.
Trick or Treat (furry erotic horror)
The late October wind circled the farmhouse, carrying the errant leaves with it. The old elm's branch tapped on the window, as it had for years, not quite in time with the grandfather clock in the sitting room.
Police state (lesbian dystopia)
Sarah walked to the church, her eyes on the sidewalk the whole two miles. The faded hem of her one good dress swished just above her ankles. She pulled her jacket close and burrowed into her hooded scarf against the February wind.
The Sweet Science (novel)
Lillian stared at her waist-length mass of hair in the mirror and picked up the scissors. She hesitated a moment, since this was against God and the Bible and every sermon she had ever heard on modesty and deportment of Godly women. She cut anyway. The first lock of the hated raven-black hair that fell on her dressing table was a revelation and her scissors flew. She couldn't cut it all, of course, not for a single night's entertainment. But she could shorten it, since women weren't allowed at the fights.
Fruits of Thine (done, needs edits)
“Gentlemen, what would you say to a program that can cut your payroll by ten percent, increase morale at least forty percent and raise your productivity by seventy percent? You'd be fools not to try it, wouldn't you?”
Chilled to the bone (horror)
I had to pee. It was dark, the bed was uncomfortable and I had to pee. It was cold, too, and I couldn't figure out where the blankets were. So I tried to roll over and go back to sleep, figuring I could put off getting up for another hour.
Boys will do boys (EC)
AJ hurried to his email, dropping his coat over the back of the rocking chair, not even bothering to take off the polo with the company logo on it. He had to see if Roman had been typing.
Tall, Dark and Wriggly (tentacles)
The Wheelman loved sex in the Net. Unlike meatspace where his paralyzed lower body was at best unpredictable and at worst utterly useless, in the Net he could have anything he wanted. Anything and almost anyone.
Trick or Treat (furry erotic horror)
The late October wind circled the farmhouse, carrying the errant leaves with it. The old elm's branch tapped on the window, as it had for years, not quite in time with the grandfather clock in the sitting room.
Police state (lesbian dystopia)
Sarah walked to the church, her eyes on the sidewalk the whole two miles. The faded hem of her one good dress swished just above her ankles. She pulled her jacket close and burrowed into her hooded scarf against the February wind.
The Sweet Science (novel)
Lillian stared at her waist-length mass of hair in the mirror and picked up the scissors. She hesitated a moment, since this was against God and the Bible and every sermon she had ever heard on modesty and deportment of Godly women. She cut anyway. The first lock of the hated raven-black hair that fell on her dressing table was a revelation and her scissors flew. She couldn't cut it all, of course, not for a single night's entertainment. But she could shorten it, since women weren't allowed at the fights.
Fruits of Thine (done, needs edits)
“Gentlemen, what would you say to a program that can cut your payroll by ten percent, increase morale at least forty percent and raise your productivity by seventy percent? You'd be fools not to try it, wouldn't you?”
