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This is the second entry in the Friction series. This series is designed primarily as a heavily eroticized alternative to some of my more plot-driven work. If you like this series and want to see more of it, let me know in the comments. Warren, the agent, had a big white smile and tweezed eyebrows….
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Call it confession. Call it smut. These are some of my sexual experiences over the last few years put into some sort of reasonable order. Play it: here. There’s an accompanying Spotify playlist if you’re into that sort of thing: TAL Playlist.
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Zeb brought the oxygen. It was imported from Earth and Syl said that she could taste the toxicity of it. She was full of shit, of course, but there was something about imported O2 that left you with a mild buzz. I brought the harder stuff: rock candy, fluppers, concatenates, and a hand full of zips…
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This is a sequel to The Interview which you might want to read before taking this one in. Nick took a deeper breath than he wanted to and a shallower one than he needed. He smiled and closed his folder. “Any questions?” he asked. One of the clients sat with his hands folded while the…
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So I finished my Twine game. Here it is: Click the image to play. Keep it mind that so far I’ve been the only one to play it, so if there’s anything broken, weird, or otherwise email me at benjibright (at) gmail dot com. Here’s a playlist of all the songs that play throughout the…
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Alessandro rubbed his forehead. It was a nervous gesture, something that he was half-conscious of and too irritated to rein in. “I’m convinced professor Norquist didn’t even read the edits I’ve made to my thesis proposal. I get the sense he doesn’t care at all. It’s like he’s actively ignoring the fact that I exist….
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So this is my attempt to take a crack at noir-style fiction. It’s also silly and full of similes, forgive me. I hope you folks like it. -B. Never play chicken with a bottle of gin and a Thursday night, you’ll always lose, and Friday morning sunlight isn’t particularly sympathetic. So I’m lying with…
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I was thinking last night about DRM (Digital Rights Management for those unfamiliar with the term, it refers to protections on certain files that keep them from being shared freely. Such as those on files downloaded from iTunes, among other places) and, well, let’s just say my mind wandered. 😛 I tapped into my headset…
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Even bound in iron chains the witch radiated a casual menace. Its wrists were slack at its sides, draped in the brilliant sunlit metal and its neck bore a tight iron circle as well. It looked like a lion bound. A bare chest rose and fell with measured breaths. The town’s people kept their distance,…
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This is the direct sequel to the 1000 Words story: The Spice Merchant. I had meant to release it as a part of a compilation e-book, but other events and projects have since taken precedent (especially since my PC is out of control right now). Anyway, long story short — a few of you asked for…