I've gone through the cycle of disbelief, claustrophobia, despair, and cooking.
I've been hosting a quarterly spec-fic flash fiction contest for two years, within a certain fetish/erotica genre.
Sophie's mom knew Melissa's mom and happened to mention the sleepover; one thing led to another and here was creepy Melissa, ruining Sophie's special night.
[A long time ago, a friend asked me to write lyrics for his band. I drew this up promptly and as far as I know it was never used.] Brummie, the big fat Dutchman, He strode into town The sun was setting and the sky was dark And there were few of us around Brummie, … Continue reading The Legend of Brummie