M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 160
May 15, 2017
A New Experience
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Meet college roommates Derek and Jordan. Jordan is frustrated and inexperienced; Derek quite literally gives him a hand.
This is NOT safe for work, just to warn you. For those of you who follow/have followed me elsewhere, you might recognise this story in another guise 
May 14, 2017
As Nature Intended
When you first learn that you are an Omega, you learn all sorts of things you never imagined you would need to know when you were growing up. The essentials: Heat suppressants, scent masking, how to handle an Alpha that is scenting you, and of course, the laws that are in place to protect you, in a society that is accepting and progressive, yet still has elements of its attitudes stuck firmly in the past. You also learn that through no fault of your own, or conscious effort, it is possible...
May 13, 2017
Sunday Thinking
Once upon a time, there was a genre of fiction called dystopian. Generally, this meant, our world but different, with nuances of our reality typically defined by a totalitarian or repressive leadership that meant the everyday lives of their people were arduous at one end of the scale, and impossible at the other. Think 1984, The Hunger Games, Fahrenheit 451 and others.
Once upon a time, if you wanted to push yourself into some lateral thinking, to ponder our society and view worst case scenar...
May 11, 2017
Baggage
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This room is bare now. The stripped bedding lays at the foot of the bed, the curtains sit drawn back into their ties, and the thick pine wardrobe looms ominously as though it will topple at any moment.
My luggage is packed and out in the hallway, and the tied-up bin bag waits to be deposited in the refuse bin at the end of the gravel drive.
I sigh, and reach my hand down to the baggage at my feet.
“What are you doing with that?” you say, accusation in your voice.
I feel my throat seize up ag...
May 10, 2017
Tainted By Our Choices
Tarred by our choices is a contemporary romance that has flashbacks, sex, environmental awareness, and a slight fixation on dessert. Potentially all at the same time.
Meet Jack. A successful environmental officer working within an industry that is so very far from his childhood dream of saving the planet, that he no longer recognizes himself. How he’s found himself in Houston, Texas, where he has no one, and nothing but his work for company, he tells himself repeatedly he doesn’t know. But...
May 9, 2017
The Velveteen Rabbit, Margery Williams
Yesterday, when I was procrastinating lurking on Tumblr, I came across a post that quoted arguably the most famous passage from this book. I say arguably, and I’m only speculating, because in truth, I’ve never read the book myself. I know it purely through watching Beauty and the Beast – the first TV series with Linda Hamilton and Ron Perlman, not the more recent one which was more eye candy than gut-wrenching drama – and the second I started reading it on Tumblr, I could hear Catherine (Lind...
May 8, 2017
Victorious
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You watch as he intertwines his fingers with hers, ignoring the way it feels like his fingers are talons clawing through your gut.
She smiles at the contact and squeezes back with practiced familiarity. Her head turns, and she freezes you with a smile. She may as well be sliding an ice knife right through you when her gaze falls to yours.
You smile extra wide, as though all is as it should be. Big, bright and bold, the picture of happiness at their happiness.
But she knows. She’s always know...
May 6, 2017
Sunday Thinking
Once upon a time, there was a crone. A twisted, nonsensical, twitching-eyed crone, who found herself in a position of power that she hadn’t earned, and had no idea how to handle.
This crone was a self-important bully, pandering to peers of similar class and opportunity, looking down on anything less as though it was something on the bottom of her shoe. So uninterested in helping those that needed help and instead favouring ideas and customs that meant even more divide between rich and poor, t...
May 5, 2017
Tomorrow
When did tomorrow become too late?
Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll tell him. Tomorrow I’ll find the words to sum up all the chaos that’s been turning paces round the inside of my skull for a lifetime.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow I’ll stop making excuses, find courage that I tell myself I have for every other occasion when for this, courage seems like an impossible task.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll call, tomorrow I’ll say something, tomorrow I’ll be the person I could be, were I only to open my mouth.
Tomorrow. He...
