The fluorescent lights in the club spasmed like the fading fragments of an orgasm. On the old wooden stage, a figure pumped shamelessly against the stripper's pole. Arching back, the dancer's eyes closed and his long, black hair fell like silken threads over his semi-clad form.
-Heaven/chapter 1
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The Human Stain ~a collection of quotes and snippets~
Short StoryThe Human Stain is a book dedicated to quotes and snippets from my stories. The title is taken from my story Salvatoria (an Ambassador's choice, ONC shortlister, winner of The Black Cat Award's contest, and winner of Oh, What a Chapter! contest). Sa...
