You've Got Male Models

A 20-year old prodigy heart surgeon, Chris Cahill, did not expect to share her apartment (or her life) with two aspiring male models when she finally gains her independence. A story in the process of their interesting (and equally hilarious!) adventures of three different individuals living in the present.

Wednesday, 11 March 2015

Dungeon

JournalWord: Someone Else's Son :: I could scream and someone would hear. The gate is so close, but my parents are so far. And, besides, I don’t know where I am. But I know, if I scream like I did that night they captured me, Mum will lose more sleep. And Nancy and Bill say they’ll kill Mum and Dad if I tell. But the gate is open And the neighbors are out watering their lilies. Someone will help me Someone will take me home. I can’t go, though, because if I am caught again, Surely the belt blows will break my bones. I...

Sunday, 8 February 2015

Obscurity

Driving home in the fog.  Ghosts everywhere.  Trees try to point you in the right direction.  Leftover Christmas lights spooking through the mist.  Every light bounces haphazardly from street lights and road strips. I hope I'm closer to home. - on the drive home.  Driving through dangerous conditions seems to be my fort...

Thursday, 22 January 2015

Peeled

Pulling her skin off over her head like a sweater.His hide slips from over his hips and down his knees. He walks out of them when they reach his ankles, tossing them aside in a crumpled mass behind him.  She helps him take his upper half off after pulling him in for a kiss - before he loses his lips.  Her teeth on the last of his skin.  Standing bared to his bones, she smiles at him and kicks her feet. He grabs her toes and she clacks her jaw as he tugs her bottom half cleanly in one swift pull.  In their bones, they...

Monday, 5 January 2015

I Can Be Garbage

I have two slices of cheese in my hand. I had chopped 6 thick chunks because I felt like it, overestimating my own desire to consume them. Damn new knives that slide through marble blocks like a katana against freaking bamboo. Curse the satisfaction!  I'm too lazy to put them back in the fridge. That's one reason they're still on my left palm, but the other infuriates me. It's a challenge now of whether I can shove these two slices into my mouth and consume them.  Challenge accepted, gods!  I should not have sniffed them...

Friday, 2 January 2015

Trading Licks For Fire

JournalWord: A cold Hell :: My fingers are frozen into tight little fists underneath these thin lace gloves. The skin is bright through the spaces between the webs and I worry my fingers won't make it through this winter. Frostbitten appendages would severely hinder customer appeal.Angel whimpers beside me, sticking her cold, red nose into my arm as she snuggles closer for warmth. She isn't finding what she needs, neither of us are, but we wrap our arms around each other anyway, watching the doorknobs with dread and hope.It's warm in there,...

Monday, 7 April 2014

Queen Consort of Gloom

JournalWord: Storm :: The Queen Consort of Gloom is a leviathan of billowing cobalt clouds and vapor. Her face is obscured by her nebulous crown; curling over her taunt, pale cheekbones and sharp jaw.Her shoulders are rounded, bony, blue in pallor, and hunched into her chest. They strain under the weight of her overcast headdress; neck elongated and exposed through the fog skimming over the top of her arched spine.The mist lazily swirls over her pointed ears, crackling in the darker concentrations; building steam and smoke in its own condensed...

Thursday, 28 November 2013

Howl Like An Abrupt Combustion

JournalWord: Combustion. :: You spew, bubble, and steam. Howling like an instant combustion. These phases of matter I can't explain. My dear, you're more complicated than my chemistry research. Sweet angel, from all these reactants, which will bring about the desired reaction? I'm mixing, measuring, calculating every equilibrium throughout the day. With nothing that brings a balance for the nights. A recipe of hush, lullabies, and rocking, perhaps? Maybe a beaker of warm milk to soothe your teeth? Baby girl, you're quite the simple little...
 
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