Lady Sir Phililomeneena Philosiphant-Phortitude, at your service — Lady Sir Phililomeneena and her bucket helmet were introduced in a recent micro. You don’t need to have read that story to enjoy this one. Not Seeing the Wood for the Trees You guard these magnificent trees, do you?medium.com One of the great joys of retirement — aside from living amidst the calm, bucolic charm of Dernley — has been rising at six, just…

I used to imagine myself as the scandalous Madame du Barry — Death is everywhere, but in this brief moment it is not here. Not yet. In the rubble above, men, women and children have been fighting and dying for fifty-six days; here in my basement, I do what little I can to keep some of them alive. I can do less…

I’d better learn to relax and accept pleasure — In part 5, Livvie kissed a girl — her sister, Ingrid — and doesn’t want to admit she liked it. “Perhaps you two should finish this blowjob by yourselves. The prude needs another G and T.” When I stand up to get myself another drink, leaving my sister alone with…

Have you seen how big that wolf is? — “Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in.” The three pigs looked down from the security of their balcony, and laughed at the wolf’s request. The eldest brother, Ladrisso, had built his house out of bricks, like a pig who wasn’t an entire ham-headed idiot. He said, “Lo siento, señor…

Machines can’t see what monsters they write — A follow-up to a recent experiment in which Chat GPT was asked to write a story, and succeeded… in proving its lack of humanity. Machines Write Monsters Because they can’t see humanitymedium.com Prompted to write a version of my own story set during the Warsaw Uprising, Chat GPT wrote Echoes of Resilience: A Beacon of Hope in Warsaw…

But my body is the classroom — This story is a sequel to My Husband Played Poker With His Father — He threw my arse in the pot, and lost. You don’t need to have read that story to enjoy this one. My father-in-law is a grotesque misogynist, and a bully. Perhaps that’s why I let him…

I’m not responsible for my subconscious — I’ve always called it my ‘magic bean’, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything, but I never understood just how magic it was until this morning. I felt it stir when I was getting dressed: not ‘tingle’, or ‘throb’ — that would have been unusual given all I was thinking…

His guilty look tells me everything: he loved watching us — In part 4, Livvie discussed a potential threesome with her husband, Ben, and her more adventurous sister, Ingrid. “Why don’t we both suck his dick together?” If I’m prudish about this, Ingrid wins, and I will not let her win. “Okay, I’m in. What about you, Ben? Do you want…

Every tale deserves a supportive family — My stories need a home, because I can’t take care of them. The thing is, I write stories. I’m good at writing stories. I enjoy writing stories. But I don’t enjoy marketing. I’m not good at marketing. I don’t market my stories. So when I write a story, I either…