Deb Simmonds
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Creative writer. Women led stories. Crime, dark comedy, lesfic novels and short stories. Poems when the mood takes me.
Stories (13)
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Make-up for ironing in
A whipping wind numbs the tears that track down my cheeks and steals them away, drop by orange drop. My over-applied cosmetic wall melts away under the constant pressure. My camouflage is disappearing and I have no-where to hide. From you, from me, from these unwanted feelings.
By Deb Simmonds5 years ago in Humans
Intimate Exhibition
Bryer-Ann threw her phone down in disgust; her loud grunt speaking an entire anthology of inventive swear words. Fuck Tanya, fuck her all the way off. Their tempestuous relationship had been finished for over a month by this point; a mutually hostile decision from both of their sides. Despite the agreement to never speak to each other again Tanya seemed to be able to find a new reason to make sure Bry-Ann's morning coffee was regularly accompanied by an enormous portion of negative energy that practically radiated from her mobile, shooting directly into her chakras via texted toxicity, insults, insinuations and numerous wild accusations.
By Deb Simmonds5 years ago in Humans
