Imagine as STRONG ADULT CONTENT as you can and multiply it by ten.
The above stands as fair warning. Not for just the faint of heart, but even for the hardest of the same.
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Week 361 – Diane Needs A Bigger Shelf, R.I.P Marvin And Who Knows The Marbles?
Well here we are at Week 361.
Now before I start, I just want to congratulate Diane on one hell of an achievement. At the time of me writing this she was just waiting on notification on when her twentieth novel will be available!!
TWENTY!
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Like Swatting a Fly by Jon Beight
I watch her as she gets out of her car carrying a plastic grocery bag. She heads to the back door off the kitchen. Entering quietly, she walks with a sort of weird mechanical stride to the kitchen table and sits down, never acknowledging I am there. She fishes out the pack of cigarettes she just bought along with milk and a scratcher.
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A Bit of Storytime by Shoshauna Shy – TRIGGER WARNING – Disturbing Adult Content
Linny moves in upstairs to apartment 2B, so finally, Nadine, my wife’s kid has a buddy for first grade. I put out Coca Cola and Oreos when Linny comes down to watch cartoons with Nadine. Cook them bacon for supper when the wife goes to sisters in Paloma, leaving me in charge. Nothing sweeter than the smell of Linny’s nape – like peppermint Chiclets, fabric softener and perspiration all rolled into one.
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Just Dad by Hugh Cron – Adult Content.
“I’m no a bad guy.”
“I know.”
“But this. I need to do this?”
“What can I say?”
“And it’ll be you?”
“Yes.”
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The Sketcher by Townsend Walker
Jean-Claude loved women. He loved to draw them. At certain times, in certain places. He would position himself in a café at the bottom of a long flight of steps, say those leading down from Sacre Coeur. A location such as this was most promising in spring and summer. The way women’s skirts swayed at their knees. He remembered with great fondness the summer when fashion dictated women wear pleated skirts. His joy seeing the motion of the skirt against the statuary of the descending legs.
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Architects of Their Own by Marco Etheridge
He is standing in a dark place, his own name forgotten, and no memory of how any of this came to be. The man blinks his eyes, senses he is not alone, then sees a shadow figure appearing in front of him. A creature coalesces out of the darkness.
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Literally Reruns – Roxxi by Susan Jean DeFelice
I have a theory about addiction: Every addict must have one person to shit on. This isn’t necessarily a deliberate thing, but it does seem to be a player in the fabric of existence. Even the death of a lone junkie in an alley will hurt someone somewhere. It’s one of the few items in the Universe that strives for balance.
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Week 360 – Monday 9.25pm BBC1, Steak Isn’t Toast And, A Survey – Ask As Many Under Forties As You Can ‘Who Or What Was Rosebud?’
Here we are at Week 360. You’ll need to put up with me for another two postings as I felt guilty that Leila had done the last three. So no sense, no intelligence just my usual pish.
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We Do Not Mistrust Each Other Because We Are Armed by Matt Garabedian
Sergeant Bonham walked the streets of East Berlin, finding a city mired in despair. President Reagan’s words hung fresh on the western side of the Wall. No graffiti marked the eastern side. Razor wire and sniper rifles kept would-be vandals at a distance. His counterparts on this side kept a watchful eye from imposing guard towers, in contrast to the humble structure on the other side of the checkpoint from which he stood his watch. This was an odd way to spend his R&R, but he needed to understand.
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