Fantasy and Sci-Fi Writer
Author’s Note ~ I was struck with the initial spark of inspiration for this wicked bit of dark fantasy flash fiction in a manner that by now has become quite familiar: it hit me as I was frolicking morosely through dark fantasy and Gothic artworks on the web. The picture accompanying this post is not the original one that set the diabolical workings of my mind into fateful motion, but…
She peered into the Angel’s face and tucked a strand behind her ear, fulsome lips trembling, hardened breasts thrusting, big doe eyes blinking, urging Him on. She had a Glock-9 stuffed hot and heavy into the ass pocket of her tight blue jeans, but it was dead to her now. The Angel leveled His own weapon and a throb of longing rose between her thighs. He fired. His mark went…
I am your master Your wicked servant I am your demon Your saint I rise above you And pull you under An ocean tossed by The storm I am your nightmare Your secret daydream I am your true self Your lie I whisper softly And show no mercy I am your pleasure Your pain ….. Read more poems like this at David Walker’s Patreon page: Become a Patron! © 2019…