The Chimes at Midnight

  By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story   Last night, I dreamt about you. Nothing momentous, or erotic; just an ordinary scene that faded quickl...

By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story   “I’m in control this time,” she cooed, pushing him into a chair.   Her hands, clad in elbow-length, blac...

By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story For Lindsay   Her heart raced as he tightened the steel handcuffs on her wrists. His fingertips brushed ov...

By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story For Lindsay   Leaning against the edge of his desk, she spread her legs invitingly. Their eyes locked as h...

By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story   “Whatcha thinkin’ about,” she asked.   “You,” he said, quietly.   “Me?” she returned. “What about me?”  ...

By Bud Koenemund For Lindsay I My words, which delight, take their birth in your eyes; thus you spark your own joy. II Is't lust or madn...

By Bud Koenemund Light Your surreptitious wave; an incandescent light in a dreary day. Declaration I declare my love to thee, for I know no ...

By Bud Koenemund It is a difficult concept to reconcile when a part-time superhero realizes they can no longer – perhaps never could – save ...

By Bud Koenemund The voices whisper constantly, dragging me down into an abyss.

By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story   “Why don’t you touch me?” she asked, once the elevator door closed and they were alone.   “Excuse me,” h...