A kiss cut short when Bridget’s fingers found the wire leading between Priva’s battery and the part of her positronic brain responsible for pleasure, and she tugged.
Browsing: creative
I have missed so many things,
and I will continue to miss so much
that they’ll never get us all.
I will keep my gaze level, lest I look for birds
and find my body on the lips of the blinding sun.
How brilliant that I was, and am so close to Milton’s genius. I could never settle for (god forbid) a second edition. I will never forget the feeling of elation, of shock, of ecstasy, at taking the book.
To live in Sydney is to agree to a simple deal: never look down when you walk. It’s one of…
The candle flame flickers in a languid dance. Its golden tongue licks across my wall, dimming as the wick sinks in the melted pool.
I was lingering amidst the skeins of light that fold and shatter between the buildings on George and Pitt. Standing…
A painted banner stating ‘RELEASE THE EDITORS’ was found on the Law Library steps.
I still love to drink Ribena out of a wine glass.
the day begins, when the cloud blurs the sun,
brushing off blonde rays from my braids, coloured an ocean,
