Just one Line.

I was every protagonist in every middling mid-budget midlife crisis dramedy, staring in the mirror and wondering what had happened to the promise of my youth.
 
There, I’d used the word. Witch. I wasn’t prepared to admit that it wasn’t nonsense, but my fear needed a vent. “Witch” felt angry enough, derogatory enough, that I could lash out, if only in my mind.
 
"History always had it backwards." Abigail stared in disgust at the copy of Cotton Mathers 'On Witchcraft' in her hand. "Witches and those who were different were never the evil," the book erupted in flame. "It was always his kind."

"Idiot!" Lydia stared at the ashes and glowing embers floating down to the floor. "You have any idea what that was worth? It was an original printing!"

"Ignorance and hatred have no value in any form." Abigail put her back to her aunt, and walked away, her boots clicking on the scarred stone floor of ancient churches basement.

"But some of the ignorant had a lot of money," Lydia muttered. "Sanctimonious twat."
 
Four chimes carried across the cold air, followed by a slow, sonorous count to twelve. Midnight. Far overhead, the new moon ventured a glance through a gap in the clouds before hurrying off into hiding again.
 
The demon didn’t see, having no eyes. It didn’t hear, having no ears. It didn’t feel, having no soul. But it was aware.

- From a sword & sorcery story I began for Pandemonium, provisionally called "Bound to the Blade"
 
From a currently unnamed WIP:

Vampire, night-walker, ghoul, demon, undead, those are the names people will call you now. As your hunger fades, a new awareness takes you as you slowly understand it is not a bad thing, it is a powerful thing.
 
Being trapped in the heavy restraints had a peculiar, uncanny way of turning me on, particularly whenever I writhed about inside them in my repeated, vain attempts to free myself.
 
"She also said that if she saw me trying to monetise it on social media in any way, her nephew in Melbourne would be hunting me down to stab my leg with an authentic barbed fishing spear, which can only be removed through painful surgery. She said that she would ensure that a Certificate of Authenticity would be provided."
from 'Monsoon Coming'
 
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"I could not have imagined three weeks ago that I would be including Mei Lien alongside Keiko as my close friends, but after a bit of straight talk, scheming, adulterated kava, nude bathing and sculpture, here we were. If that was all it took to build relationships, I was up for it."

From 'Peace on Earth'
 
I think she gasped too, but there are moments where outside sensory input just takes a back seat--moments like when you are in a threesome and you begin fucking one of the girls for the very first time ever. You know how it is.
 
Even near the end of our marriage, we still had incredible sex, although the last few times together were selfish, angry things, at least where I was concerned. She’d betrayed me, so I betrayed her in my own way, tainting one of the last few good things that existed between us.
 
She wobbled like an early bird strawberry jello, with a smear of sticky cream amidst the wispy, white muff hair, as his sword, unsheathed and glistening, prepared a final attempt to breach the quivering gates.
 
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