clothes line by unwantedthoughtssupply
As you were expecting, here is the promised second half of our end of the year creative project.
All you ever wanted to read about underwear, and more, with the special appearance of wordplay.
You know you want to take a peek…
Xmas lights - by unwantedthoughtssupply
Things have been a bit slow around here, what with the holidays and everything. Nonetheless, here are five 100-word Christmas stories to dig into (not to mention our new logo on the right hand of the homepage). We’ll be back before New Year’s Eve with another bit of flash fiction (about underwear, of all things!) and a little story about what we did this Saturday.
Here’s to a happy winter!
*pic by the rockstar diaries*
With Christmas just around the corner, a surprise is cooking in The Nameless Secret Lab!
We’re hard at work on a little something that we’ll uncover by the end of next week, photos and all.
As a result, the Monday Session for December 19 will be postponed until the following week.
Have a lovely Friday and a wonderful weekend!
What the heck was I thinking? I imagined I could just make up this completely off-kilter character for the writing assignment. Have him run around telling people not to touch this or that, not to listen to this song, watch that movie, dance this way or think along that line because it reminded him of a girl. The girl. And he did it right enough, to the point where he got so emotionally instable I had to go out for a fag to calm my own nerves. I can’t really explain what happened. He wasn’t even like me. I made sure of that. He had a PhD in Applied Psychology, an attic filled with lost love memorabilia and a really fucked up inner life. Me? I’m barely out of college, heavy smoker and the closest I’ve been to love was when I got my first blowjob, practically eons ago. So I sat in the shriveling cold and pulled on my fag, trying to figure out what unsettled me so much that I’d rather face the cold than write one more word coming out of that guy’s mouth.
I couldn’t find a logical, down-to-earth reason. My brain buzzed and I felt faint so I thought of going back and squished the rest of my fag underfoot, stomping from left to right, in a flowing, circular motion. And that’s about when my lungs stopped working.
1.
For me, for you, forbidden
For that, I try to forget
For me, forever, forsaken.
2.
For us to transmute
To transgress, to transcend
Trod, trekked, trespassed.
3.
From this to that
We bind we break.
From our own borders banished.
