Flesh Pillows

“He’s currently caressing her flesh pillows.”

This announcement caused Nivea to lok over the top of the manuscript she was reading.

Amanda was holding the stapled sheaf of paper an arms length away from her, her face wearing a combination of mirth and misery.

“He’s doing what now?” Nivea asked.

“I said he’s caught the attention of the vixen and he’s giving her a good old fashioned second base groping.”

“Yes, but, ‘flesh pillows’?”

“Thats what he’s calling her breasts.”

Nivea rolled her eyes.

“Manda,” she said, “What exactly are you reading?”

“Some sort of anthropomorphic furrie fetish erotica thing. I think.”

“You think?”

“I’m sort of stuck on the whole idea of flesh pillows right now.”

“Who woudln’t be?”

“It makes me wonder why I keep reading this trash.”

“Because you put out a trashy ‘zine. One that people buy because they know it will full to overflowing with anthropomorphic furrie fetish erotica.”

“Flesh pillows, Nivea. Flesh Pillows.”

“Manda, if I can turn this stuff,” she waved her own manuscript in the air,” into something fit to sell in a badly photocopied ‘sines then I’m sure you, with all your fancy college education, can come up with a clever way to edit out the flesh pillows and still have the author happy to be in print.”

“Yeah. Okay. You’re probably right. But I swear to god, if I see the words ‘prodigious unit’ in here anywhere then this one’s going in the trash.”

“We’ve come so far in so short a time, eventually we’re bound to hit gold. Someone will send somethingi n so inspired it will make Moon Time a real glossy. No more copy shop special for you!”

“Nivea, I hate to be the spoilsport here, but if we’ve been doing Moon Time for this long without a diamond in our rough, its not going to happen.”

“Whatever, you pessimist. Just go back to your flesh pillows, and don’t let that prodigious unit catch you by surprise when it pops up.”

100 Words - "Night Terrors"

Sleep escapes me, no matter how tired I am. Tossing and turning in the night I’m sent back to childhood, when the night meant dark and dark meant monsters under the bed.

Childhood monsters would be preferable to the adult deviants that haunt bed time. Though the fears could be chased away by the same thing.

Another person in the room.

Someone big and strong to hold me and protect me from the monsters, from the night terrors.

Having company is the kryptonite of both childhood and adult monsters.

Too bad I don’t have a superhero to lay with me.

NaNo Story Ideas

Its just a few days away! JUST A FEW DAYS!

Are you ready?

I’m not.

It might be my downfall every year that I go into it having NO IDEA what I’m going to write.

This year is no different.

I have a couple of ideas, but none of them are fleshed out.

Moon Time....last years failed novel. I still like the idea. Thinking maybe of re-starting it and trying again. An all female werewolf pack takes in and protects a young girl (who may or may not also be a werewolf) from....I was never sure who the bad guy was other than it was a red wolf. Was it the girls mom? Maybe.

Home Again (this is the one I’ve put the most thought into)...a gay semi-romance. A young man feels he must leave his hometown after coming out to (and coming on to) his best friend. Follows his life from the time he leaves home until the time he comes home again. Along the way he meets and befriends several people (a truck driver who calls himself Cowboy. The son of a preacher, afraid to let his family know he’s gay. A famous (in the book) rock band. A photographer he sees everywhere he goes, but only sees her in graveyards), all who try to talk him into going home again.

Sooooo....what do you think? Which of the two would you like to read? -grin- Or...should it be neither of them?