thomcarnellnfsbs:
One of the women at the table leaned forward...
One of the women at the table leaned forward - just a little, just enough - and came into view from out of the shadows. Her face slid into the light the same way a knife slid between your ribs and lanced your heart. Her movements were slow and calculated and she had a sexual energy that almost crackled in the gloom. She was beautiful and she was dangerous and she was the last thing Bumbo needed to see tonight.
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~CLOWN TOWN (current WIP)
Don’t let the words CLOWN TOWN fool you — I’ve read a little bit of this in progress, and lemme tell ya, this is gonna be awesome. I’ll say no more.
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