My Writerly Self
The sinews of its powerful legs draw a pathway along its uncoiled body that I traverse with fearful eyes. Caught in its thrall, I am unguarded as it wraps the span of its wings around the flame of my essence. It pulls me into its flesh as our fires flame as one.
Warning, this story is about rape, and while fictional, may have triggers. This is the link to Australia’s Rape and Domestic Abuse Hotline, please stop reading here if you think this story might affect you, and don’t be shy about contacting the hotline for help and support. *** ‘You’re mine,’ he grated, tearing away at …
Marge spent a lot of time putting together briefing papers and incident statements, many from some very anxious drivers. She could tell from their body language that they didn’t really want to talk about their working conditions, but some of the old fella’s could see the danger ahead if change was not implemented now. They …