RELEASE The wind and sun met on her back as a biting weight, pressing her forward over him. She continued to struggle to find a comfortable spot next to him as she worked to bring him towards release. Her sweat beaded on her face, rolling down her face in dirty rivulets toward her nose where it...

PUDDLES There were only sixteen competitors left. The Watchers began to escort Hines out of the Arena with little difficulty – he had fainted as soon as he discovered his fatal blunder. The other fifteen of us that had sat quietly on the edges of the darkness surrounding the puddle of light that...

Well ... um ... Vox is cool and all but I think I might have found a better way to do this online. More user friendly, more aesthetically pleasing, and you guys can keep your vox accounts for private musings. work in progress I'll let you know when its done and I'll send you an invite...