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Recommended Read Rooftop Dreams

The concrete is colder than I thought it’d be. More abrasive. Like sandpaper and those small, painfully annoying pebbles that squirm their way into your shoes back when you’re a kid drunk off sugared drinks and running like a bat outta hell around the playground. Worry free. Innocent. Happy. The fucking good old days of pop tarts, staying up late eating jellybeans and watching Power...

Added 04 Oct 2017 | Category Humor | Votes 18 | Avg Score 4.94 | Views 1,091 | 13 Comments

Recommended Read Last Stop Bubbles: A Lost Blondie-Verse Tale, Part Five

I. Invisible Criminal “Caution, approaching platform.”   We’re nothing but invisibles now Strangers on a train, that clichéd rift Spun up, up, up in far off Hollywood lights With those backstage sets and the rain machines Dropping watery gems into silver tears The real fucking tale Behind those Westside Blues Where you’re a Maria and I’m a Tony Just star-crossed fuckups...

Added 08 Jul 2017 | Category Hardcore | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 2,210 | 5 Comments

Recommended Read Last Stop Bubbles: A Lost Blondie-Verse Tale, Part Four

I. Retrograde One of our old haunts, a repurposed manufacturing plant, still hums with life on breezy Saturday nights. Used to come here every weekend. Her great escape, a middle finger to her name. Detach from reality and just… exist. Breathe, ya’know? Be straight average for a change. Slip into the other side. She never said it, but I could tell she hated that bitter chaos circling in...

Added 04 Jul 2017 | Category Group Sex | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,824 | 6 Comments

Recommended Read Last Stop Bubbles: A Lost Blondie-Verse Tale, Part Three

I. Jitterbug Stand clear, doors closing. “Ya think Sting ever really thought about all the unspoken moves behind Every Breath You Take ?” I don’t look up. I try to focus on getting this quick sketch just right. Shading. Light. Blending. But you’re like that lone fly that gets in when you leave the sliding door open too long. Zoom! And it hides like a stain you don’t even notice...

Added 29 Jun 2017 | Category Seduction | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,950 | 6 Comments

Recommended Read Last Stop Bubbles: A Lost Blondie-Verse Tale, Part Two

I. Vicious State of Mind “Caution, approaching platform.” The announcement drowns out the clipped whispers, but the furtive eyeballing remains. Some knew me immediately. The celebrity-like recognition flashed like fat paparazzi Nikons as they traced the familiar tattoo slopping down my cheek, burning into the path of another that peaks just above the collar of a grimy Seattle Sounders T....

Added 26 Jun 2017 | Category Interracial | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 2,353 | 6 Comments

Last Stop Bubbles: A Lost Blondie-Verse Tale, Part One

I. Prison Blues and Familiar Faces Buzzed in and buzzed out, Cameras tracking shadow with Glass eye and red blinking light One last fuck-up, one lapse in judgment To send black ass back under boot of man. No luck, no attempt, Just shuffling feet. Trading orange jumpers for denim and whites, A pair of Jordan’s no memory of owning, There’s a pocket worth of change and a broken watch,...

Added 24 Jun 2017 | Category Hardcore | Votes 19 | Avg Score 5 | Views 2,149 | 18 Comments

Editor's Pick Baby Blue

She'll call herself Baby Blue when they're desperate for a name to moan. Stole it from a billboard ad along highway 70. Thinks it was the name for a zoo's newborn seal; bit like that song... Baby Beluga? Blue Jean Baby? Can't say for sure. Doesn't really matter. All that does is the power it seems to hold over men, especially those graying at the temples. They'll whisper it with beer...

Added 23 Jun 2017 | Category Hardcore | Votes 23 | Avg Score 4.81 | Views 9,621 | 15 Comments

Editor's Pick Platinum Haze

A vinyl record chirps out the chocolaty smooth baritone of Nat King Cole and his 1960 album, The Magic of Christmas , as we’re processed, lifting the precinct’s normally dingy atmosphere to something almost magical. Thing is though, the steel cuffs around my wrists aren’t at all about that magical, ‘Deck the Hall,’ cheer. They prefer sucker punches of ball-busting reality and the...

Added 11 Dec 2016 | Category Humor | Votes 17 | Avg Score 4.76 | Views 3,598 | 14 Comments

Editor's Pick A Scarred Wonderland

I. Giant, multicolored sails litter the rolling turquoise waves of the Pacific. From this distance, they’re like flecks of paper mache swaying back and forth in the wind, waving little goodbyes as they drift farther and farther out. There’s a hard metallic clank as the hatch locks into place. “All set,” a twanging southern voice calls out. In the mirror, a slim shape in a tank top...

Added 19 Apr 2015 | Category Hardcore | Votes 20 | Avg Score 5 | Views 13,796 | 20 Comments

Recommended Read The Dark Necessities of a Lonesome Chameleon

The Black Keys thunder from pulsating speakers as Rex scorches us across a parched stretch of desolation. Madness glints in his eyes as he ups the volume and floors the accelerator, pushing the jittery needle past eighty-eight. The engine spits and roars. In the mirror I see a cloud of black exhaust streaming from the ass end of the restored Tradesman. The imagery has me reminiscing of...

Added 23 Feb 2017 | Category Hardcore | Votes 19 | Avg Score 4.89 | Views 4,000 | 16 Comments

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