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Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 18Part 18
I don't think I'll get much done in the way of writing tonight, and I should apologize for the way I left. Guess it is a good thing Alton did my work for me, even if I still don't like it...
The writer ran his fingers through his drenched hair, slicking it back. "Sterling & Son. I need to apologize to Alton."
Micah raised an eyebrow. He offered Nathan his hand and helped him to his feet, folding his wings back as he started down the sidewalk towards his car (which Nathan could have sworn wasn't there before). Thunder rumbled in the distance, and the writer quickly followed after him, watching silently as the angel's wings faded
Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 16Part 16
I'm probably going to regret this later, but she is right...
Nathan still frowned and rubbed his neck. "I guess so," he admitted. "I probably could use the back up, but..."
"Great," Enya said with a smirk and a satisfied nod. "Because if you had said no, I was going to chew you out and help anyway. Better that you just agree with me."
Despite his apprehensiveness, Nathan still laughed at that. "If it means avoiding an argument, then yeah, probably."
"Did I miss anything exciting?" Alton returned to his guests, standing beside the table with his hands folded in front of him. While they both shook their heads, Enya eased the c
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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