He woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between his legs. He found something familiar, but something was missing …
His eyes flew open and he quickly sat up, ignoring the painful drumming in his head.
He was totally naked and sitting on an opulent four-poster bed in an equally opulent room. But his surroundings were [...]
Archive for November, 2004
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Nov
2004
1-3:Harem Scare ‘em
He woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between his legs. He found something familiar, but something was missing …
His eyes flew open and he quickly sat up, ignoring the painful drumming in his head.
He was totally naked and sitting on an opulent four-poster bed in an equally opulent room. But his surroundings were of secondary importance right now.
With a grim sense of irony, he glared at his mutilated crotch and ran his fingers through his hair. His thick, luxurious hair …
“Oh bugger”, he piped, in a soprano that brought tears to his eyes.
05
Nov
2004
1-2:Confinement – by Monika Hocks
Tags: Confinement
She woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between her legs. She didn't find what she was looking for, which meant that she could slouch again and perform minor comfort adjustments in public.
Donnie Penfolde opened his eyes.
The room was plain white. There were no doors.
That's odd, he thought. How did I get in here?
She woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between her legs. She didn’t find what she was looking for, which meant that she could slouch again and perform minor comfort adjustments in public.
Donnie Penfolde opened his eyes.
The room was plain white. There were no doors.
That’s odd, he thought. How did I get in here?
Pushing [...]
There are a few ways to describe one's self when effectively trying to mask the fact that you're a complete hermit and spend your entire existence behind a computer screen sipping hot tea and eating cakes. The first would be to suggest that you're somewhat introverted and avoid coffee. Another might be to suggest you're a fan of Apple Macs but are cutting-down from the 6 you used to have to an even two (Macbook and Mac Mini in turn). Finally you might choose to say that despite the massive pay-drop, this writing thing is quite a lark isn't it? Not to mention enjoying the creative life a lot more than mindless tedium in corporate jobs, working the 40 hour week to the drumming of endless meetings and political intrigue that would have made Machiavelli blush and hand his pen over to the corporate slugs that run companies these days. Enough said really.
