“Phil…listen. I’m sorry. I am truly sorry about all of this.” Murray sighed, leaning over the wooden table. Phillip glared back at him, his manacles jangling as he settled in his chair. His dark hair was damp and sweaty, the air was stifling. His face was beet red with anger, but his eyes showed all... Continue Reading →
"The sky is falling the sky is falling!!" Chicken Little screamed "Fuck." Ralph cursed as the screens began flooding with breach notifications and error codes. "Goddammit Bernie, it's every five minutes with this shit today!" Ralph began furiously punching buttons and initiating reboot sequences in the critical and red zones. "You have one fucking job!"... Continue Reading →
Original Poetry by MahButtItches. Unusual imagery from mad GoogleFu, and an abundant harvest from the Artists and MemeLords. My eternal gratitude to the MemeLords and My Immortal.
Original poetry by MahButtItches She writes because she cares about asses
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 5. She shines her light, too pretty to hide, turns herself over to what she is deep inside, smiles at the wolf and says thanks for the ride. The wolf devours her secrets and her shame (a shame that came solely from the ones who gave her... Continue Reading →
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 4. Or perhaps, the truth could enlighten Red's not guilty of any sin, she just has to love the wolf within. We'd prefer the wolves any day. Grandmom's love has faded away. We didn't deserve it anyway, not cause we're bad but cause we're Gods, Because we create our... Continue Reading →
Part 1 Part 2 3. He speaks to truth and reminds her of the innocence of youth. He reminds her of a time of peace, fear is indoctrinated by lazy priests. Everyone tries as best as they can, but it can be crazy to speak, so there is safety in the pen. Discomfort unwelcome and... Continue Reading →
Part 1 2. Turning to the occupied bed, she looks like a woman raised from the dead. No more dirty secrets in her head, No longer a hidden Little Riding Red. No more hood, no judgment unbidden, it feels so good, to have no schisms. To the wolf, she grinned and said, "Never tried sex... Continue Reading →
My first ever Fucked Up Fairy Tale. 1. Didn't an act of love seal Little Red's fate? Sure, Grandma wasn't there, but here's the truth from that day (if you care): Red was planning a special date. She was so sick of Granny's critical stares, a cross-dressing wolf - especially male -was to Red delightful... Continue Reading →
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