My “flight” was late, and it never was. Punctual were the returns to Heaven after deeds were done. But her skin glowed under the moonlight,

My “flight” was late, and it never was. Punctual were the returns to Heaven after deeds were done. But her skin glowed under the moonlight,
“My flight was late,” I confessed. The sweet, sultry memory stirred. Rare for me to concede to desire, but our dance’s push-pull elevated want to
My flight was late, teetering on the edge between life and death. I closed my eyes and considered existence, suspended in this space. My toes
From my short story, Good Demon Bad, comes a “seductively terrifying” audio version produced by Daniel Lacho of Guru Art Lifestyle Official and voiced by
My heartbeat ticked in my head. Both eardrums thumped, and the vein on the side of my neck pulsed in unison with each beat. Every
To hear this story on YouTube, click HERE *TRIGGER WARNING* HORROR: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE I took risks when I was younger. I suppose we all do