She laughs.

She laughs.

Running at a full sprint, she rounds the corner toward which she has been running for one full minute. Quickly, she shuffles to a stop and presses her back as close against the brick wall as she can. The hydraulic puff of air. She holds her breath. Read more

Consumer

Consumer

All he ever wanted was to consume her; all of her is all he wanted. Nothing more really. She had consumed all of his thoughts, as of late, and so, under the light of mischief, he plotted and schemed and felt utterly pleased with his new intention, his new delight. Read more