Jen drove carefully along the dirt drive and stopped beside the front veranda steps. She peeled her clammy thighs off the hot seat and went to check on her passenger in the back of the ute. “You OK, Possum?” No voice, no movement. Possum was living up to his name. Continue reading “Possum (with thanks to Val for the inspiration)”
Tag: bad writing
Get ready baby… for some hot gerbil lurve
I’m not going to go into this but had to post.
This is the kind of stuff I aspire to write.
The fact that it wins an award too is the icing on the gerbil-themed cake.
Story here
That prize-winning quote:
“For the first month of Ricardo and Felicity’s affair, they greeted one another at every stolen rendezvous with a kiss – a lengthy, ravenous kiss, Ricardo lapping and sucking at Felicity’s mouth as if she were a giant cage-mounted water bottle and he were the world’s thirstiest gerbil.”
Could be worse, I suppose. Could be ferrets…
Boadicea's Chariot 