Writing and Art by Dion Overtoun
I came up behind him on silent feet. Or maybe not? I wasn’t listening to my own footsteps, it was too far gone for that, too deep, all I could really hear was the beating heart. Awash in raw, unfiltered sensation like a sea of boiling glass. Grating on my skin and fire in my […]
Read MoreCajoling gave way to pleading which, in its time, evolved into something just short of blackmail. Ronnie wasn’t surprised that it got so bad. She hoped at first it wouldn’t, that eventually, Bill would get tired of pounding his head against the stone wall of her denial and just let it die. He had pretended […]
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Frightful/Filthy 