Little Hoodie
Little Hoodie searched the concrete jungle for her pimp and dealer — Mister Wolf. She turned some tricks on sleazy johns, but what she needed most (a fix), she knew […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Wormhole to Eden
“The stars look different today” you gasped and wrapped your hungry thighs around my waist; “I think we passed its furthest edge”; I graced your lips; unzipped your silver suit; […]
Still his mother
Blenda knocked once and waited. From behind the door she could hear people moving, but nobody opened. She knocked again; sharper this time. The door opened… Blenda recognized the woman. […]
Bearing my name
I bear my name with a weight of pawing the moss, I’m named for my strength with a blueberried tongue I’m warrior of honor and light, cuddly and kind but […]
Yams and roadkill
Mom… your yams are mushy and the mushroom’s foul and yucky. Your cabbage smells like garbage this supper sucks, I’m so unlucky, Mom… your soup’s disgusting and sprouts for me […]
