Working Title: Hair

Category:
Adult / Thriller
First Draft

She was beautiful. With her thin and floaty hair… the breeze couldn’t get enough of it. It was hard to understand if she knew that she was beautiful, and what he felt about her beauty changed in regards to what she thought of herself. Wasn’t it like this for everyone? If he said he was handsome he would be seen as vain, over-confident, and soon enough people would be on the lookout for everything that was actually wrong with his face, but if he said beauty was not his best trait, women would find him sweet and adorable, “actually not that bad.”

He hated women.

Did he hate women? How can you need something you hate, or vice-versa? He had been looking for the right pen to write love letters to Julie. Julie was the new girl he was seeing. Needy, but good to the touch. He needed that female softness of skin and hair under his fingers in order to come, and Julie was just the case. He could use her hip as a pillow; with her short legs and strong hips she wouldn’t mind. She would actually love it. Everything that gave Julie physical usefulness seamed to turn on her best qualities. That girl was patient, loving, giving, open minded, and whatever came out of that mouth sounded wise in a simple way — which also turned him on. But there was this thing about Julie… if she wasn’t doing whichever physical project she was on that week — and they were so many — or if they were not having sex, Julie became an animal to avoid. How a soft, delicate little creature could become so unbearable overnight was beyond his understanding. But Nieve, she was another engine all together. With Nieve he hadn’t yet discovered where the softness ended and the crazy began. But he liked her hair.

— to be continued by me, or you… —

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Toothpaste

Category:
Small Children / Fantasy
First Draft

Jimmy wished toothpaste tasted like the ocean. Not the vinegar-salty aftertaste, but that other feeling. How could he explain?… Like when he stayed under water, and his dad was counting the time, and he opened his lips just a bit, stick is tongue out for a second, and it stopped being his tongue — THAT taste!

He often wondered how it would be if his whole bedroom was under water; his whole neighborhood; the WORLD! from his house to school to the park and back!

And then it happened. In this one night, as Jimmy carefully layered a wave of ocean toothpaste onto his toothbrush… as he guided the toothbrush swirling in the air like a tornado into his open mouth… and as he started brushing his teeth back-and-forward-left-and-right, fast, faster, like waves of an angry sea, at exactly that same time (that time exactly) so did everyone else in the world — and Jimmy heard THUNDER!

— to be continued by me, or you… —