The Mind Game
Michael chuckled softly as he squirmed through another dark crevice, ignoring the way that the stone pressed against his stomach and forced him to suck it in to be able to keep moving forward. The darkness around him made it almost impossible to see...
About: Shyness
Should I confess all my love to her ? Should I fight for my rights ? Should I express my sincere opinions ? Should I be less insecure ? Should I not be so offended and scared by criticism ? Should I stop comparing myself to others ? Should I stop...
Burned Images, Part II
_Richard_ “We're not friends," the voice at the other end repeated. “Aren't we, really?" Rich huffed, “We've known each other for more than a decade now. Worked on twenty-four separate cases together, and now it turns out we're not friends?" “You're...
Post-op images
* * * i'm no good at images, only words, and yet for days after surgery, as anesthesia and countless milligrams, milliliters, millions of drugs leave my system, i'm lousy with visions, each lousy with meaning.
Mirror Image
Your mirror image but not your heart: trust the heavens, we'll never be apart. there's a way through all of this and you will see that the mirror image of you is actually me. the mirror never lies.
Her Spitting Image
I awoke to the feeling of being carried. I couldn't move, but when I opened my eyes, I could see the blurry men that carried me. One of them noticed and tightened a muzzle they'd put on me. His hand was cold, yet still warmer than the cold interior of...
Pokebrothel 20:The proper image
Her struggle to move without standing up left a distinct image of weakness rather than dignity.
Burned Images, Part I
Blame kbob for giving me mental images of investigator foxes. contents: transformation, action, noir, mild blood and violence, some descriptions of squirmy stuff. --------- if you like this story, please add it to your favorites.
An Image I Will Never Forget
She stopped shaking and i could see her head facing towards me, the woman who brought me into this world and cared for me, nourished me, was now dead before me, an image i will never forget.
Talent is Pain: Kapitel 1
Dein name ist mirror image. also wie geht es dir?", sie sprach ruhig. komischerweise klang das selbst in meinen ohren angenehm. „die kopfschmerzen sind eigentlich weg.
Talent is Pain: Kapitel 2
„mirror image" weil man, wenn man nah genug heranging, sich sogar darin spiegeln konnte. sehr störend, wenn ihr mich fragt. sie waren so stolz auf mich.
Talent is Pain: Kapitel 3
So wie es aussah, log mirror image nicht bei seiner talentbeschreibung. trotzdem wirkte es unwirklich, wenn man es in aktion miterlebte.