Next Big Thing – 50 Word Story

“Then more features were added until this little thing here,” he says holding up a small mobile phone, “was as powerful as this pile of now defunct pieces of equipment.” He says as the camera pans to an assortment of computers, cameras and other once highly sought after electronic devices.

Slide Towards Smothering Tomorrow – Unhinged Poem

Watch the arms swing with intent to harm, the selfless of selfishness shown as an animated gif, placed in the corner of your screen, so accustomed to the feebleness of today, you ignore the importance of the deceptive nature given fly to authorities, web-sex, roleplaying pornography in pixels, succumb to the violence, masturbate,  fornicate inside your mind,  hook your genitals up to the …

Bracelets and Barricades – Unhinged Poem

Slipping within the nothingness of yesteryear, plotting without knowing, sowing seeds that needed to be grown, a care not given, a sin not sinner, worshipping pussy, masturbating from boredom, a hobby non-existent, a life no life at all, believe the abuser, gender bias murders, a political point, a picture drawn in crayon, a hole dug deep, buried, forgotten, but sins, are ever, never, skin deep…

To Obey Is To Rule – 50 Word Story

Her eyebrow raises, as does her curiosity. “Not your first time here? That’s something I don’t think I’ve ever heard before. Tell me, how many times have you found yourself upon the soiled plains of Earth?” “It’s so hard to be comfortable in these things,” he says with a smile.

My Peroxide Whore – Unhinged Poem

Poison the systems of a body already dying beneath your rule, a withered form decaying, rotting as you use it, putrid flesh, clean the skin, chlorinate the stem, the rot is long set in, nothing to cut away, it’s all lost to the distant pleasures of a time now gone, drugs used to keep the body alive, while death has already set in, peroxide whore without …

Don’t Fly Within the Stream of My Mind – Unhinged Poem

A wickedness ten miles long, a thrusting fish, a tight wet thong,  a longing for something, a right thing so wrong, the nothing of my memory, the sabotaging of a condom, the badgering, the blackmailing, the child in the middle of the mine field, the smoking gun, the bloody knife, the candle stick, the rope and the fucking pipe, the reasons are many, the rooms lost in place, the versions we …

What It Will Be – 50 Word Story

“There was some sense of satisfaction, some form of relief. Although I guess if it was my own hair, I would feel much better about it all,” he says with an awkward smile. “Do you mind?” He asks her as he places the hair beneath his nose and sniffs deeply.

Wicked Weaved Ways – 50 Word Story

he finds himself singing along to the music now and sits up with a jolt of excitement. “So many people don’t realise how influential Yazoo were, and how ingrained ‘Only You’ is, in popular culture. I bet you didn’t even know that Clarke was a founding member of Depeche Mode...