00.00: we’re struggling to take our clothes off
00.10: our arms are around each other
00.20: we should use protection
00.30: fuck it, we’ll risk it
00.40: bliss . . .
00.50: he’s tensing
01.00: he’s finished. What the fuck?
Short Bio: Victoria Lee is obsessed with fitness and likes to write poems about anything she can. To hear what she listens to click here.
Publisher and release date: Alma Publishing (2008)
There aren’t many books about a middle-aged man doused in bad luck who decides to move to Los Angeles in search of a new life as a pastor, but this is the story in Tibor Fischer’s Good to be God. Continue reading
After writing for inkposts, Rebekah Bawden tells us what she listens to:
‘I chose this song not only because it’s a track I can’t stop listening to but also because the lyrics describe a feeling most of us are used to experiencing at some point in our lives.’
I walk to work each weekday and I always arrive fifteen minutes early. Every morning I see the same shops, the same people and the same cars heading in the same directions. Usually, when I’m halfway through my journey, the bus number 51 approaches a stop on the main road. Most of the time I’ll cross while it’s picking up passengers, but sometimes they’ll be no one waiting for it and I’ll jog across before it reaches me. Last Friday I had made my way to work later than usual, and, when it came to crossing that road, the 51 was approaching without making a stop, but I lunged forward anyway. The driver didn’t slow down and I hit the side of it. My face rippled against the bus as it passed, and for a moment I kissed its windows involuntarily while I tried to push myself away from it. I stumbled once it had gone but managed not to fall. My pace slowed down, and I began dragging my feet. I stared ahead as I moved and the thought of how different my morning could have been made me shiver. I got to work fifteen minutes late.
The story behind that week: My journey to work isn’t as predictable as the above writing makes it out to be, but it was still a near death experience.
Sort Bio: Rebekah Bawden is hoping to one day win on a lottery ticket so she can leave her working life behind.
Send the message.
She won’t find out.
Make it dirty.
She’s only a side chick.
No need to worry.
Type it fast, but make sure you double check:
you don’t want to send your girlfriend this text.
But now your partner’s in your head,
and guess who you’ve sent it to instead?
The look on your face . . .
Could you lie about it?
And tell her the message was meant for her?
that’s not her name you ended it with.
You’ve woken up after a rough night – where you just managed to get some sleep. You’re shivering and dreading the coughs and sneezes that’ll launch mucus over your mouth and onto your shirt. Then, you call in sick for work, cancel an evening date, lose the appetite for yesterday’s leftovers and forget what feeling well is like.
Today, your lover will be tissues, and you’ll be engaged to the medication you’re going to get – that journey is going to kill you: walking with a sore throat and a blurring headache while the illness moves anxiously; eager for the upcoming fight.
The invisible thief that takes too much
has the audacity to call itself ‘a necessity’
when what it really is, is a monster.
One that strikes with a warning,
but we’re still unprepared when it hits.
It pretends to be the ultimate solution,
so, we invite it into our lives,
into our societies
and into our reasons for being.
We encourage it -
with petty disputes and technological progression.
We can’t cheat it.
We can’t beat it.
So, we should hate it.
And, when it comes,
we should be ready for it -
with the weapons responsible for so much of it.
I have deleted
from a file
in my inbox.
of moving it,
if that seems callous.
not even cold.
Short Bio: Al McClimens, trainee lothario, lives and works in Sheffield where he makes a living by stealing money from rich widows and borrowing their cars for a burn-up on the road from Chestefield to Matlock.
After writing for inkposts, Jamie Ryder tells us what he listens to:
‘Eminem Legacy, demonstrates a progression of never being afraid to follow your own path in life. The subject matter is the telling of a story that reminds you to keep going no matter what anyone else says. They’re the best kind of songs in my opinion.’
I remember soft lips, satin thighs, warmth, silk, warm to touch
cracking arse, sloped, curving, fingers sliding, sweeping, dimpled
cheeks, swan neck, apple hollow, perky nipple, tongue excavation,
twirling, digging for answers, star shine naval, nibble against the hips,
pubic hair shaped like a crown, wear it proudly on my lips, until we explode
Short Bio: Jamie Ryder Is a twenty-one-year-old student set from Manchester set to graduate from a Creative Writing degree at Edge Hill University. He currently writes about societal issues and self-expression as the Lifestyle Editor of theinflectionist.com. He has also contributed to the sites ap2hyc.com, isportstimes.com and you2ber.com. His goal is to become a published author with an interest in fantasy and literary fiction.