Convincing you to read my (very amateur) short story by the first sentences. Share yours if you want.
November 11, 2025 at 5:52 PM
Convincing you to read my (very amateur) short story by the first sentences. Share yours if you want.
November 11, 2025 at 5:14 PM
Occasionally, merely for the pleasure of being cruel, we put unoffending Frenchmen on the rack with questions framed in the incomprehensible jargon of their native language, and while they writhed, we impaled them, we peppered them, we scarified them, with their own vile verbs and participles.
November 11, 2025 at 2:13 PM
Occasionally, merely for the pleasure of being cruel, we put unoffending Frenchmen on the rack with questions framed in the incomprehensible jargon of their native language, and while they writhed, we impaled them, we peppered them, we scarified them, with their own vile verbs and participles.
[What Omen didn't realise was that the ravine floor wasn't actually the ravine floor anymore, it began shifting about and waves of pitch black metal writhed around Omen. Eventually, a white faceplate of a mech moved out of the darkness with plain features and optics shut. It kept its distance.]
November 10, 2025 at 1:27 AM
[What Omen didn't realise was that the ravine floor wasn't actually the ravine floor anymore, it began shifting about and waves of pitch black metal writhed around Omen. Eventually, a white faceplate of a mech moved out of the darkness with plain features and optics shut. It kept its distance.]
The Apple Music app hissed & writhed in irritation, twisting & worming in the small black lozenge. “You use Librarrry, why not subscribe to apple Muusic? Don’t you seee? Apple Mussic free three months, library??!” It spit in disgust as the listener put on the same Liz Phair Album they had since HS
November 9, 2025 at 11:29 PM
The Apple Music app hissed & writhed in irritation, twisting & worming in the small black lozenge. “You use Librarrry, why not subscribe to apple Muusic? Don’t you seee? Apple Mussic free three months, library??!” It spit in disgust as the listener put on the same Liz Phair Album they had since HS
One time, whilst playing forward for a club team in my youth, a fellow forward crossed the ball and as I ran onto it we collided, sending me hurtling toward the goalpost. I collided with it and writhed in pain accordingly.
The next day our team had another game, which I played in, and scored.
The next day our team had another game, which I played in, and scored.
November 9, 2025 at 10:34 PM
One time, whilst playing forward for a club team in my youth, a fellow forward crossed the ball and as I ran onto it we collided, sending me hurtling toward the goalpost. I collided with it and writhed in pain accordingly.
The next day our team had another game, which I played in, and scored.
The next day our team had another game, which I played in, and scored.
She dragged her tongue from heel to toe as you gasped, moaned and writhed in the restraints. Your head swam, fuzziness and heat washing over you, as your crotch throbbed with every touch of her lips, her fingers, her tongue. Suddenly, she moved back.
November 9, 2025 at 10:02 PM
She dragged her tongue from heel to toe as you gasped, moaned and writhed in the restraints. Your head swam, fuzziness and heat washing over you, as your crotch throbbed with every touch of her lips, her fingers, her tongue. Suddenly, she moved back.
Grantaire, in whom writhed doubt, loved to watch faith soar in Enjolras. He had need of Enjolras.
November 9, 2025 at 6:52 PM
Grantaire, in whom writhed doubt, loved to watch faith soar in Enjolras. He had need of Enjolras.
Spoke with my mum about this event afterwards, and was sad to hear her say she wishes she'd anglicised our names when we moved here in 2001.
Ngl, I considered it numerous times "for the good of my career", but part of me always writhed in pain. I'm glad I kept my "difficult" name.
Ngl, I considered it numerous times "for the good of my career", but part of me always writhed in pain. I'm glad I kept my "difficult" name.
Just got out of "Who Do We Think We Are?", a series of talks at Theatro Technis (+ excuse to gather with food) about being a Cypriot working in the arts in Britain.
Cypriotness is complex, and with every passing year I realise how much of me is tied to it. An enriching, invigorating event.
Cypriotness is complex, and with every passing year I realise how much of me is tied to it. An enriching, invigorating event.
November 8, 2025 at 11:35 AM
Spoke with my mum about this event afterwards, and was sad to hear her say she wishes she'd anglicised our names when we moved here in 2001.
Ngl, I considered it numerous times "for the good of my career", but part of me always writhed in pain. I'm glad I kept my "difficult" name.
Ngl, I considered it numerous times "for the good of my career", but part of me always writhed in pain. I'm glad I kept my "difficult" name.
“…wriggled, writhed… someone else’s skin” love this line esp. It’s a beautiful poem. Congratulations!
November 8, 2025 at 4:47 AM
“…wriggled, writhed… someone else’s skin” love this line esp. It’s a beautiful poem. Congratulations!
When the going gets tough ...
RFK's dead brain worm triggers a fight or flight response
Because it's the only thing in there with neutral activity
It's how he avoids getting hit by cars in the street, but it does make him awful at helping in emergencies
He probably hid under a rock and writhed
RFK's dead brain worm triggers a fight or flight response
Because it's the only thing in there with neutral activity
It's how he avoids getting hit by cars in the street, but it does make him awful at helping in emergencies
He probably hid under a rock and writhed
November 7, 2025 at 4:38 PM
When the going gets tough ...
RFK's dead brain worm triggers a fight or flight response
Because it's the only thing in there with neutral activity
It's how he avoids getting hit by cars in the street, but it does make him awful at helping in emergencies
He probably hid under a rock and writhed
RFK's dead brain worm triggers a fight or flight response
Because it's the only thing in there with neutral activity
It's how he avoids getting hit by cars in the street, but it does make him awful at helping in emergencies
He probably hid under a rock and writhed
i had a rainy day sad nap earlier and GODDDDD
i dreamt one of my friends was laying with me and started exploring me, reached under my shorts and told me if i was quiet that they’d give me a treat
so hand on mouth, i let their other hand get to work while i melted at their touch and writhed madly
i dreamt one of my friends was laying with me and started exploring me, reached under my shorts and told me if i was quiet that they’d give me a treat
so hand on mouth, i let their other hand get to work while i melted at their touch and writhed madly
November 6, 2025 at 12:52 AM
i had a rainy day sad nap earlier and GODDDDD
i dreamt one of my friends was laying with me and started exploring me, reached under my shorts and told me if i was quiet that they’d give me a treat
so hand on mouth, i let their other hand get to work while i melted at their touch and writhed madly
i dreamt one of my friends was laying with me and started exploring me, reached under my shorts and told me if i was quiet that they’d give me a treat
so hand on mouth, i let their other hand get to work while i melted at their touch and writhed madly
Babysat for a friend whose husband is one of the biggest eggs I've ever met and who I also haven't seen all year, and the way that man absolutely WRITHED during dropoff and pickup oh my god
November 6, 2025 at 12:28 AM
Babysat for a friend whose husband is one of the biggest eggs I've ever met and who I also haven't seen all year, and the way that man absolutely WRITHED during dropoff and pickup oh my god
Oh SNAP!
The Halloween party hosted by FELON47 at taxpayers expense was themed "The Great Gatsby ... A Little Party Never Killed Nobody."
COST? Unknown. The WH has not yet responded. 3.4 m and is an average for his transportation and security costs alone...
tRUMP et al never read the 📖
The Halloween party hosted by FELON47 at taxpayers expense was themed "The Great Gatsby ... A Little Party Never Killed Nobody."
COST? Unknown. The WH has not yet responded. 3.4 m and is an average for his transportation and security costs alone...
tRUMP et al never read the 📖
November 5, 2025 at 8:04 PM
Oh SNAP!
The Halloween party hosted by FELON47 at taxpayers expense was themed "The Great Gatsby ... A Little Party Never Killed Nobody."
COST? Unknown. The WH has not yet responded. 3.4 m and is an average for his transportation and security costs alone...
tRUMP et al never read the 📖
The Halloween party hosted by FELON47 at taxpayers expense was themed "The Great Gatsby ... A Little Party Never Killed Nobody."
COST? Unknown. The WH has not yet responded. 3.4 m and is an average for his transportation and security costs alone...
tRUMP et al never read the 📖
Oh that fire, but in a village setting happening as neighbours congregated to share their fireworks, home made edible treats, hot and alcoholic drinks. Us kids ran from garden to garden joining friends to light sparklers. Ended with a supper of fire baked potatoes and smoke writhed heads off to bed.
November 5, 2025 at 12:44 PM
Oh that fire, but in a village setting happening as neighbours congregated to share their fireworks, home made edible treats, hot and alcoholic drinks. Us kids ran from garden to garden joining friends to light sparklers. Ended with a supper of fire baked potatoes and smoke writhed heads off to bed.
#WIPSnips
Maria has her second direct encounter with The Intigrelt Organic Will Suppression System..
(Excerpt from FHSD Book 2: Sink Deep, Rise Higher)
Maria has her second direct encounter with The Intigrelt Organic Will Suppression System..
(Excerpt from FHSD Book 2: Sink Deep, Rise Higher)
November 5, 2025 at 9:23 AM
#WIPSnips
Maria has her second direct encounter with The Intigrelt Organic Will Suppression System..
(Excerpt from FHSD Book 2: Sink Deep, Rise Higher)
Maria has her second direct encounter with The Intigrelt Organic Will Suppression System..
(Excerpt from FHSD Book 2: Sink Deep, Rise Higher)
+ he had forsworn.
The words were muttered in shame, his faith tarnished, but his palm began to glow all the same. The magic writhed and fought back, like a recently caught fish. It didn’t want to be used by him. He had forsaken those vows, those prayers. +
The words were muttered in shame, his faith tarnished, but his palm began to glow all the same. The magic writhed and fought back, like a recently caught fish. It didn’t want to be used by him. He had forsaken those vows, those prayers. +
November 3, 2025 at 8:51 PM
+ he had forsworn.
The words were muttered in shame, his faith tarnished, but his palm began to glow all the same. The magic writhed and fought back, like a recently caught fish. It didn’t want to be used by him. He had forsaken those vows, those prayers. +
The words were muttered in shame, his faith tarnished, but his palm began to glow all the same. The magic writhed and fought back, like a recently caught fish. It didn’t want to be used by him. He had forsaken those vows, those prayers. +
"He angled toward her, and she saw from the screen’s moonlight that he had no nose, merely shrunken skin that writhed where the bone was."
@lmanusos.bsky.social, "Proscenium" @hexliterary.bsky.social
#SundaySentence
@lmanusos.bsky.social, "Proscenium" @hexliterary.bsky.social
#SundaySentence
"She knew she wasn't the same kind of bad mother that her own mother had been, but of course the menu of bad mothers is an endless and varied one."
Amber Sparks, Happy People Don't Live Here
#SundaySentence
Amber Sparks, Happy People Don't Live Here
#SundaySentence
November 2, 2025 at 5:36 PM
"He angled toward her, and she saw from the screen’s moonlight that he had no nose, merely shrunken skin that writhed where the bone was."
@lmanusos.bsky.social, "Proscenium" @hexliterary.bsky.social
#SundaySentence
@lmanusos.bsky.social, "Proscenium" @hexliterary.bsky.social
#SundaySentence
He writhed and tried to pull away from her tails but his thoughts were growing cloudy, the one tangling with his tail eliciting more whimpers.
"I-It's just me.. my ears.. feels too good.."
It wasn't a rut, he just didn't like saying what it really was. It was too embarrassing for him.
"I-It's just me.. my ears.. feels too good.."
It wasn't a rut, he just didn't like saying what it really was. It was too embarrassing for him.
November 2, 2025 at 12:55 AM
He writhed and tried to pull away from her tails but his thoughts were growing cloudy, the one tangling with his tail eliciting more whimpers.
"I-It's just me.. my ears.. feels too good.."
It wasn't a rut, he just didn't like saying what it really was. It was too embarrassing for him.
"I-It's just me.. my ears.. feels too good.."
It wasn't a rut, he just didn't like saying what it really was. It was too embarrassing for him.
Tilly touched the skull. Shadows writhed across the walls. The floor groaned like something waking beneath them. Andy turned and froze. Her skin had paled, veins darkened. “Tilly… are you okay?” She smiled, teeth too sharp, hair falling away.
October 31, 2025 at 9:38 PM
Tilly touched the skull. Shadows writhed across the walls. The floor groaned like something waking beneath them. Andy turned and froze. Her skin had paled, veins darkened. “Tilly… are you okay?” She smiled, teeth too sharp, hair falling away.