This one’s a thinker. I could come right out and tell you what it means, but you’re better off figuring it out for yourself. It started out as a joke between and Mill and One crew, but I figured I’d put it out there for all to see.
“Up to Our Ankles” By Vanessa Reed aka Eve Brigid, psd.
Welcome to our all-new feature; Starr Crossed Advice, where our followers and friends send in questions to receive free advice from me, Matt Starr. I am an accomplished failure in most, if not all, aspects of my life and am in no way, shape, or form qualified to give you advice on anything. But I’m […]
An absolute truth of an opening line comes to you this Fuckin’ Friday the 13th. I guess it ties in. A spell of bad luck really can fuck you for life.
Starting next Tuesday (July 17th), and every Tuesday henceforth, we will be starting an advice column where yours truly will be doing out advice based on questions that our readers and followers send in. Just a few guidelines…
The Unwelcome by: Ashlyn Johnson Grace was born in just that. At least that’s what her father told her. She was born in the grace of God, even though her mother died during labor.
Ripped right from the headlines!
“Come on sweet Charley, it’s time for bed.” Her mother’s beloved voice called from the hallway. It was her mother’s voice that provided Charley with comfort when nighttime arrived. It was her familiar scent that soothed Charley when cradled closely to her mother’s chest. The gallop of her heart beating in an evened rhythm, a […]
George entered his one-bedroom apartment, pulling Gene behind him by the hand. At least he said his name was Gene. It didn’t really matter, George supposed. Not that “George” was his given name either. It was par for the course, as they say.
Seriously, dating sucks. I haven’t been single for seven years and it’s not fun. Modern dating has really jumped forward in leaps and bounds. So here’s a writing prompt based on my recent experiences as a newly-single: