Disposable Bodies

“What about this one?” I turned so he could see me, but he didn’t seem interested. I couldn’t be angry; I was picking my new body for me, not for him. It didn’t bother me that he didn’t look. I turned back to the mirror, examining this body’s hips one… Read the rest...

Grooming your story

As an insomniac, I spend a lot of time snuggled under my blankets and staring at the ceiling in the dark. Sometimes it’s nice to just lay there and think, though I’d admittedly rather be sleeping. Sometimes I have great ideas while I’m staring at the ceiling. And other times,… Read the rest...