Drive
"...I can see the stars and the warm white glow of the moon reflecting off thick clouds just ahead of me. But that’s it. There’s nothing out here except a few prop-pieces that get wheeled out each night, and they’re starting to look run down and worn out.
This is it.
This, out here, this is polar bear lonely..."
"...When I glide along these lonely winter roads, when my face skims close to the tarmac, when it grazes at my cheeks, ripping the skin down to muscle and bone; it means nothing to me. There is no pain. There is nothing but the endless road. The vast network of red pushing against white that goes on and on forever..."
Annabelle
"Jon’s left hand eventually slips around the girl’s tiny neck and with his right hand he holds a cold, flimsy pillow. He holds the neck gently, enough to feel her pulse tapping on his fingers. He pushes the pillow over her face and with hardly any pressure at all he holds it there. It takes precisely seven taps of the child’s pulse before her legs kick and a futile gasp for air forces her head deeper into the pillow, forces her spine to arch and a terrified scream to burst into the cotton and feathers."
Derek's Throne
"...She was just something else. I mean, I had had women. Wheelbarrows of them just dumped at my feet. They used to fall like big, pink raindrops into my lap. I loved them. Every one of them. Some of them even loved me, but there was only one thing I really, truly cared about in life, and that was that it would never ever stop raining nipples and bums and lips and legs and long waves of woman hair.
I drank all those women falling from the sky.
Every last drop of woman was poured down my throat and I was King of this city."
Atys
"Musclecords that sprout nano-feathers in their billions caress and pulsate. They are within. They are the shadows of life, and as they close and withdraw themselves from dormant cells, the sound of static explodes from silence. Slowly, she awakes."
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Thanks,
And if you managed to read this far, I'm pretty sure you could get to the end of one of my stories.
David.
P.S. I welcome all and any feedback/marriage proposals/death threats. Email farrowslips@gmail.com
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