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The Wooden O is my first completely new story posted for some time. Please be aware that in this case the 'O' in the title has absolutely nothing to do with orgasms--you have been warned!
If you were taught something different in your school, then please disregard this note.
I was taught that you lay carpet, lay floor tiles, birds lay eggs, and if you're very lucky you get laid when your wife or girlfriend is in the mood; if not, she might tell you not to lay one finger on her.
On the other hand, when you go to bed you lie down, and if you are very unfortunate you can end up lying in a pool of blood. Believe me, I'm not lying to you!
I haven't posted a blog or a new story for some time now, but I haven't stopped writing. I reached a point earlier where I felt that I was just repeating myself; which I suppose is inevitable, and doesn't in itself invalidate any new stuff, but it wasn't what I wanted to do.
However, I am aware that a lot of my early stories received comments regarding the technical aspects of the writing style, and I have been consciously addressing these considerations. And so I have finally gotten around to starting critical reviews and rewrites of the early stuff; the first of which is one of the longer ones, and a personal favourite-A Handful of Darkness, which will be reposted shortly, I hope. If you have read it previously, it is essentially the same text; just, I also hope, a bit tighter now.
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