Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Filthy.
After The Party
Drew sat slumped in his leather wingback chair staring into the roaring fire. His dress shirt was open halfway down his chest, and a glass of scotch in one hand. The only other light was the green glow from the tiffany lamp on his desk. Watching the dancing flames, he thought back on the evening’s events.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
Dagda's Cauldron
“You are the epitome of perfection, a Queen fit for a God.” I bowed my head, blushing. There was a couple of bards in the village, but none could hold a candle to Aengus. We were back home, it seemed that time stood still, the music, the food, my father was all in the same place as when I left.
By Lolita Civic5 years ago in Filthy
Breathless
A companion piece to this: ——————————— I never thought I was meant to have true love. I just thought I was meant to be stuck in nightmares—-where my parents just watch me suffer and say almost nothing——where I get stuck in these crazy situations where I feel trapped. I know my parents care. They are just so oblivious and selfish.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Filthy
I Learned About Lingerie Through Loving
After many long years, I re-read her first letter, and remembered, as if it were my first reading, its fine musical intervention into my life, carrying its own breath, long lines, short ones, and setting real the lost images. It was the first of many beautiful letters I received from my wife during our marriage.
By harry hogg5 years ago in Filthy
Before I Wake
Isabel wobbled toward her bed with a beer in hand. She plopped down heavily on the sheets and took a refreshing swig of the amber liquid. The T.V. was on. Spotify played the radio playlist of Soca and Reggae. She glanced up at the screen and smiled; Feel Good by Popcaan was queued for the next song on the list. She chuckled and reached for the handle of her underwear drawer. Picking up a long flesh-colored object wrapped in plastic, she smirked and bit her lips. She stuffed the object underneath her worn tan pillow before laying her head against it.
By Elaine Barnes 5 years ago in Filthy
