The Bomber Jacket – Always in Fashion

Originally posted on indigobee:
The Irvin Jacket – Cold Weather Bomber Jackets The comfortable roomy jacket with the waist hugging hem and versatile function has made yet another comeback in the 2020s. Just check out some of the Best Jackets lists throughout the fashion world. The new Gucci, Paul Smith and John Elliott jackets for…

The Fall of Man

Originally posted on Dysfictional:
This story doesn’t have a specific genre. It’s a bit sci-fi, a bit apocalyptic, a bit Pride, a bit BLM, and maybe a bit fantasy. But whatever it is, it makes my heart feel warm at the end. When it all began, nobody could possibly have known that a porn star…

Criss Cross (1949)

Originally posted on The Horror Hothouse:
It’s got lust, greed, murder, an ice-cold Burt Lancaster, a smoldering Yvonne DeCarlo and a blink and you will miss it movie debut from Tony Curtis so what’s not to like about Robert Siodmak’s 1949 Noir Criss Cross which has just been released on UK Blu-ray as part of…

My ode to growing old gracefully.

Originally posted on The Thought Harpy:
Ode to Menopause Her fan cuts the air The flutter of angry bird wings In terror flight, into the gloom of night She embraces the CHANGE With sweat, Hair drips, And a vociferous, “Puta madre!” Echoes, echoes… Skin, a sacrificial immolation An offering to the Diosa de las Viejas.…

Tangled Tales: Ashes

Originally posted on Vampire Maman:
“I want my ashes scattered in San Francisco Bay,” said my sister Roxanne. “Do you know how many bodies are dumped in San Francisco Bay every year? You’ll be down there with Laci Peterson’s head,” said Phil. Jeremy looked shocked. “What?” I don’t know why Jeremy looks shocked at anything…

Feet on the Floor

Originally posted on DiAnne's Scribbles:
When our feet hit the floor in the morning,?We know we’ve been given at least?one more day,And for that gift?we should be grateful. Many times peril has put obstacles on our stage,Forcing us to become heroes in our own play.And, after so many acts in so many plays we…

The Sculpture

Originally posted on Dysfictional:
In my tiny prison, I barely have room to stretch my legs. I don’t know how much time has passed since I was imprisoned, but time is of little concern to me; all that concerns me is escape. I will not rest until I am free. I was once queen of…

Short Story Sunday: Holy Grail

Originally posted on Vampire Maman:
“I found this in the ship wreck.” “What is it?” “The Holy Grail.” “Another one?” “Looks like it.” Durce stood with his friend Morant on the cold beach as they examined the golden cup. Morant stood with a seal skin over his shoulder, dark hair dripping salt water, and wearing…

Rogue

Originally posted on Dysfictional:
When artificial intelligence runs amok… Published in 2017 by Horrified Press “Somebody is going to have to fix this.” “Really? I thought maybe I’d do the exact opposite and ignore the problem. You know, like we’ve been doing so far?” “Sarcasm? That’s how you respond to a global crisis? How professional…

The Eagle Cried

Originally posted on Vampire Maman:
I’m honored to share a poem from my friend, Northern California writer Richard Turton. ? The Eagle Cried ? The acrid smell of cordite Still hovered in the air. No breeze to wash away The scent of Satan’s hair. ? The Medivac’s are fading now, Their cabins filled with dead.…

Short Story Sunday: Radio Waves

Originally posted on Vampire Maman:
? Radio Waves “Why did they keep a vault box of old diseases?” “For research purposes. It was a point of reference.” “Then why didn’t they just eradicate them again? They had the knowledge. They had the vaccines.” “No they’d didn’t have the vaccines. The box had been sealed for…

Short Story Sunday: The Last Time

Originally posted on Vampire Maman:
The Last Time by Richard Turton   I have no recollection of anything specific we spoke of that day. I’m sure the weather was involved because we always spoke of the weather in Georgia. He gave me words of advice, I’m sure, because that’s what he always did when he…

Social Distance

Originally posted on Dysfictional:
A fictional story about young love in a post-pandemic world… Gabrielle dressed meticulously. Each piece went on in a specific order: After the undergarments came the stockings, then two petticoats, the first with wide hoops sewn into the fabric, and the second made from a light, flowing fabric, slipped over top…