Maria looks at me and asks, “Are you finished?” I step back and look at her bronze skin, now painted in a multitude of colors. She has become my canvas for the evening–and she is beautiful.

March 31st, 2011
Categories: Erotica Week, Flash Fiction . Author: Michael Vella . Comments: No Comments

Kim needed to get to the bathroom. Or anywhere with a door she could lock. It was that time of the month and this time, she was determined to enjoy it. It’s not that she didn’t like Mr Datlow’s lesson – history was one of her favourite subjects. The balding teacher had his back turned [...]

March 30th, 2011
Categories: Erotica Week, Flash Fiction . Author: Teodor Reljic . Comments: 2 Comments

She steps out of her cab, greeted by a fine seasonal drizzle. Clad in raincoat and hat firmly on head, she makes her short way towards the so-called Royal Opera House’s entrance. The massive Classico-Minimalist building was built by the short lived Twelfth Dynasty, before its abandoning for the better part of a century. Opera [...]

March 29th, 2011
Categories: Erotica Week . Author: Marco Attard . Comments: No Comments

From the pages of Benjamin Jones’s diary, teenager no more. —–Z—– 28th March, 2011 04:03:56:99am I hereby declare that as of this day, hour, minute, second and millisecond (I won’t go into nanos), I am a premature adult (I’ll be eighteen in a couple of months, so…) I will no longer be fettered to a [...]

March 28th, 2011
Categories: Erotica Week, News . Author: noel tanti . Comments: 1 Comment

The clocks have moved forward, which means the brighter seasons are close. So if you’re blessed to be in a country that has graced you with generous dollops of sunshine throughout the day, we hope that you’ve been out enjoying its fresh rays or, failing that, that you’ve been taking advantage of the season’s many [...]

March 27th, 2011
Categories: Blogs . Author: schlockmagazine . Comments: No Comments

George hunched his shoulders, bringing his coat collar up over his ears. He shivered. He could hear them – on the periphery – as he walked down the street. Their infernal song – ‘the wheels on the bus go round and round… Round and round… Round and round… The wheels on the bus go round [...]

March 23rd, 2011
Categories: Flash Fiction . Author: kristabonello . Comments: 2 Comments

Hand on her flesh, I asked her, “Can you ever understand?” “What do you mean?” “Forget it.” I moved my hand away, instantaneously feeling the coldness sweep over it. It startled me that I should feel like this. I walked into the bathroom and rinsed myself off. Her fluids only irritated me afterwards. I dried [...]

March 21st, 2011
Categories: Flash Fiction . Author: Michael Vella . Comments: No Comments

There are damn few things that piss off an author more than writer’s block. Even if the writing in question is but a damn short introduction to a series of links to blogs. This is when one appreciates what a damn good thing the internet is because you can google up a  quote damn quickly, [...]

March 20th, 2011
Categories: Blogs . Author: noel tanti . Comments: No Comments

The old grandfather clock on the upstairs landing of the Pentlethwaite residence had barely struck seven that morning when the littlest Pentlethwaite, known mostly as Lucy, leapt out of bed, her mass of black curls bouncing madly as she tore about the room, pulling on socks, gloves, scarves and at least three hats. Wrenching open [...]

March 18th, 2011
Categories: Flash Fiction . Author: bettinaborgcardona . Comments: 1 Comment

She is an Invalid and she sits in the corner by the large glass window in a large oak chair. A purple cap is tied under her chin with a lace ribbon, and a stained handkerchief ripples on her nightdress. When the maid feeds her the Invalid does her best not to dribble. Her eyes [...]

March 17th, 2011
Categories: Flash Fiction . Author: Pete Farrugia . Comments: 1 Comment