This story was written as part of my writing class, based on a three-word combination of: penis, razor, witch. It is intense, disturbing and NC-17. Be warned. Be entertained…

Dan awoke naked with a start. He lay prone across a wooden table with his head strained high, gasping for air as if a noose around his neck had just been slacked. His eyes darted back and forth, but he saw only a gray haze. His brain was playing catch up. The taut cords in his neck burned with fire. He succumbed and dropped his head down with a thud. He managed to swivel it to one side, scraping his cheek against a tabletop of dry splintered wood that smelled of sea salt, fish guts and urine. The odor hovered around him, probing his body for entry in more ways than just his nostrils. It succeeded, slipping in through his pores with outstretched tendrils that reached the pit of his stomach. His body hitched upon their contact and he gagged repeatedly.

“Oh god,” he muttered. “Oh god, what a night”.

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Jack and the Minotaur

Jack and the Minotaur

This story was written for my son as part of his school’s “star student” of the week program. In lieu of sending in a note gushing about him, I elected to write a story instead. That also explains the chosen image, the reading level and the somewhat silliness of it. Enjoy…

Jack awoke early to thunder rattling his bedroom windows. A storm had rolled in across the city of Chicago in the wee morning hours and now pelted his house with large rain drops. He rubbed his eyes as he sat up and stared around the room. It still felt like night, but he knew it was time to get out of bed and get ready for school.

“Awwwww” he whined, knowing he would have to venture off to Mark Sheridan Academy and likely get soaked. He quickly dressed and peered into a couple rooms of his house looking for the rest of his family. He found no one. He assumed they were in the bathrooms, as usual, getting ready for the day. Continue reading “Jack and the Minotaur”