365 Prompt: June 28 2017

Summer is… :

The rainy season.

Rain boots.




Beer gardens. 

Summer festivals. 



Bugs in general. 


Wind chimes. 

Yukata (ゆかた) or summer kimono. 


Air conditioning. 




Trips to the islands. 


Kakigouri (かき氷) or shaved ice. 

Gelato or ice cream in general. 


Tanabata (たなばた) or the Star Festival.

Long days. 

Vacation… Thank fuck. 

365 Prompt: June 27 2017


She was dedicated. That you had to admit. 

She just kept trying and trying. 

He wondered how far he could push her before she snapped. He knew she wouldn’t give up. She was the most stubborn person he knew and he knew a lot of people. 

Everyday she would ask for the same thing and everyday he didn’t reply. At least, not in a straight forward kind of way. He wondered if that was what kept her going; faith in signs and things she felt meant something.

Being God might have been tough, but he didn’t think being human was any easier.

365 Prompt: June 26 2017

Back door: 

Everyone knew not to use our front door. It was for people we didn’t know or didn’t like; like the Jehovah’s Witness. 

Our garage door was the one used by most people and the familiar banging of the screen door as it rattled in its frame could tell us exactly who it was. By this I mean that the intensity and the duration of the knock allowed us to determine whether we wanted to answer it or not. 

Very few people came around to the back door. Only special people and long term friends knew that it was okay to do that. 

I guess in a way it was like anal sex. You didn’t let just anyone try. You needed to build up to that and have a trusting and long-term relationship. 

365 Prompt: June 25 2017


The glasses were purely decorative. She didn’t need them. She just liked them because they made her look, ‘bookish,’ boring and predictable. 

You’re a nerd, they’d said. You can’t hang with us if you’re a nerd. 

She smiled, biting down hard on her lip with wry amusement. 

Blood. She could taste blood. She’d bitten too hard. 

Oh how little you know, she sang under her breath. 

Your daddies are so easy; no challenge at all. Your brothers. Even your boyfriends. 

Everyone secretly wants a nerd, she thought to herself. Girls like that seem so innocent. 

It was always fun when men realised she had more experience than they would ever have. It made it more exciting somehow. 

And it was all about the thrill. No one wanted boring. They just liked the illusion. 

Shy, nerdy Lacey on the outside. Vixen and man eater on the inside. 

She sighed. 

But it was all getting so boring. She needed a challenge. 

Or maybe she just wanted someone to see her for who she really was. 

365 Prompt: June 24 2017


I could feel it rising. I had tried to control it but like everything that was suppressed, eventually it came back, more intense and bloodthirsty than ever. 

Lust. The unmistakable feeling of lust. 

I needed it. 

I knew what the profile said. Serial killer. Serial rapist. 

But I was no rapist. They came willingly. They knew exactly what was going to happen. Why else would they come? They wanted it. They were asking for it. 

Well not to be killed of course but the sex, yes. 

I wasn’t sure who my next victim was. I just knew I needed to find him soon. 

I was hungry. 

And a hungry woman needed to be fed. 

365 Prompt: June 23 2017

Lost time:  

The years I has spent in Japan could be summed up in three words: drinking, eating and sex. 

Not necessarily in that order.

Most people spend their twenties doing all that. I had spent it with an eating disorder which meant no alcohol, no junk food (or much of anything that I didn’t class as ‘good’ food) and absolutely zero contact with any man.

I had literally had all my Christmas’ come at once in Japan. I guess I had become the person I was supposed to be; an ordinary human who has needs and wants and the real me I had tried to keep suppressed. 

When I lamented my bad habits or moaned to my mum about my misadventures she simply told me I was making up for lost time. 

I knew now I had more than made up for it and to be honest, I just wanted my boring and predictable life back. 

I wanted security, with one man who loved me to pieces and who (to the shock and horror of my feminist self), would take care of me, protect me and love sex just as much as me. 

I was starting to think he didn’t exist. Or if he did, he was very, very, very late. 

365 Prompt: June 22 2017


He’d sustained an injury, that was for sure. But how did he explain that to his boss?

Oh I’m sorry I won’t be coming in to work today because I have a sex-related injury.

There was nothing, ‘sex-related,’ about it. It was absolutely from sex. 

That bitch had ridden him hard. He had fucked her in every square inch of her apartment and what was even more crazy was that when they had finished she had rolled over, looked him straight in the eye and said, “You need to leave.”

No thank you, that was fun. No hey, let’s do that again sometime. 


She had shut down emotionally like… 

Like a man, he told himself. 

And he hadn’t liked that one bit. 

He was supposed to be the one who did that. He was supposed to be the one who felt nothing and who rejected the clingy bitch. 

But she wasn’t like that. Not one bit. 

He wasn’t sure he liked it like that. He liked feeling needed. He wanted someone to want him. It stroked his ego and helped to dull the pain of his insecurities. 

No, not pain, he told himself. A feeling of uncomfortableness. 


As she stood under the shower letting the hot water run over her still highly sensitised body, she smiled to herself. 

I’ve got the power, she said in her mind. 

He didn’t stand a chance.