Thursday, 29 July 2010

Harlots are Satan’s daughters waiting for the touch of love

Tarts and Vicars




Preacher Brio struggled down the cliff footpath. In London he saved fallen women. Here, he looked forward to the maid he was about to fell.





Random Word:Turpitude

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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.