If I can’t make it myself – and I really hope I can! – my work will be there anyway. Sure to be a great night out. Buy your tickets here.
This piece was written as a companion piece to As Is Custom. They are, as it were, set in the same parallel universe. WARNING: this story contains themes of incest and non-consent. Please use your best judgement when deciding whether … Continue reading
Just over a year ago, in May 2011, I listened to Harmony Eichsteadt read pieces from her poetry collection The Meet of My Thighs on the Bedpost Confessions podcast episode 9. One poem in particular caught my attention. Things I … Continue reading
Written as part of a project on transgressive stories. This is he first story in what, I expect, will be a very drawn out collection. The dusty cuckoo clock on the kitchen wall chimed the hour unevenly and Harry awoke … Continue reading
The night sweltered, dragging perspiration from every pore of his body and he turned over. For a second he enjoyed the freshness of a new position, before discomfort crept across the nape of his neck, and his eyes were wider … Continue reading
Having read Fifty Shades of Grey, Remittance Girl concluded that the D/s aspect of writing, perhaps comes through not so much in the acts portrayed, as in the language used to describe them. I came to a similar conclusion when … Continue reading
WARNING: this piece contains themes of underage sex, non-consent and non-human sex. Please use your best judgement when deciding whether to read on. Perched on the edge of her bed she rolled one white sock down over her knee and … Continue reading
WARNING: this story contains themes of violent non-consent and a suggestion of underage sex and bestiality. Please use your best judgement when deciding whether to read on. With apologies to Lewis Carroll. • • • • • For my Cheshire … Continue reading
WARNING: this story contains themes of non-consent and underage sex. Please use your best judgement when considering whether to read on. Compared with the other boys, Stephen seemed to hover on the cusp, on that perfect moment at the edge … Continue reading
A dream I had. Scattered with musical and literary references. Stream-of-consciousness. Bear with me, or skip it. The funeral ran over. It didn’t start, per se. And I wasn’t a friend or family or an acquaintance, as such. But I … Continue reading
