Fantasy
Imaginative scenarios, supernatural encounters, dream worlds
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The Back Booth at The Onyx
She looked at me like I was a ribeye and she’d been on a juice cleanse for a month. I knew better, but God, I didn't care.
Turn the Deadbolt
Her breath on my collarbone was a localized weather pattern, a warm front moving against the stagnant chill of the hallway.
Reduction
You have flour on your cheek, a smudge that looks like a thumbprint, and I’m wondering if you’d jump if I wiped it off.
Did You Really Think the Rain Would Wash Away Your Scent?
The humidity has turned his hair into a riot of damp curls, and I have never wanted to fix a man’s alignment more.
October 24th, 11:42 PM
He didn’t just occupy space in the bar; he seemed to be the reason the room was holding its breath at all.
Did You Really Think the Horns Were Part of the Act?
You were vibrating at a frequency that shouldn't exist in a city governed by the laws of thermodynamics and the MBTA.
October 14th, 9:22 PM
The mahogany desk was cold against her thighs, a stark contrast to the internal temperature spike recorded at twenty-one hundred hours.
Silas’s Matchbook
My pulse was doing the same frantic dance it did during the 2008 Lehman collapse, all high-stakes panic and impending ruin.
Julian's Fountain Pen
He tasted like expensive Scotch and the kind of trouble that gets you disbarred, but I didn't care about my license just then.
Did You Ever Find the Way Back to Brattle Street?
The air in the shop tasted of ozone and cedar, a sharp contrast to the damp, gray smell of the Cambridge street outside.
I Really Should Have Checked the Itinerary
He didn't just touch my skin; he reached for the hum of my nervous system, dragging his thumb along a ley line I didn't know I had.
Why Did You Leave the Cork on the Nightstand?
The humidity in the barrel room was exactly seventy-two percent, perfect for aging oak and the way her sweat didn't evaporate.