Theo the bear ventures into the wild forest alone.
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An opinion piece about war. We are at the brink of WW3. It has been just a hundred and four years since the beginning of World War 1. I find it ironic that after 2 wars and around half a century since our last war, we still have not learned. Our last war was not… Continue reading War, what is it good for?
Sometimes, the silence is deafening.The silence caused by your presence, which is no longer there. It is there, in our minds, and in our memories, in our wishes, but then - the silence creeps in. It reminds us that you are missing, that your voice, your body, your movement are all missing. The silence creeps… Continue reading The Silence.
The hardest part about being strong is the pressure put onto you, to continue doing so. It's as if being strong means that you're ONLY just that - strong. And to ever be vulnerable would make you permanently weak. It's as if strong things can't break, or get damaged. "Strong" people only seem that way… Continue reading The Irony of Being “Strong”
"You have to look at the way she was dressed. She was wearing a thong with a lace front." Dear Elizabeth O'Connell, It's clear that the moment you said this, you forgot your own gender, your whole sisterhood behind you, and you perhaps thought of the money that winning this trial would get you. The… Continue reading To Elizabeth O’Connell and the jury.
I really want to touch you. I really want to touch you and make you make sounds. Beautiful sounds for all to enjoy. I want to trigger the hammer that plays your strings, and gently...or forcefully place my fingers on your light, and dark, hard skin. I want to play you in ways that will… Continue reading Empty Skin
She was wearing a lacy push-up bra, a matching black thong, and bright red stilettos. She stood front of her computer screen, as the anonymous voice stared on and drooled, he looked like a dog desperate for a treat, waiting for his owner to drop it into his mouth. Each breath he took intensified as… Continue reading Indecent Encounters
Episode 5 – The Finale I woke up with the weirdest feeling that day, knowing that I would be going home again in a few hours. I mean, I called it ‘home’, but I didn’t really like it. I’ve never liked it. It’s always been a country that I had the misfortune to be born… Continue reading Episode 5: The Finale