The Facets of Faculty

"A box of screws, nuts, bolts and things. Manly things. Things I've never  
had a use for. Father didn't want me to move back in, the queer with  
blue eyes and dark skin, the one that doesn't belong. Even my footing is  
wrong. The next morning, in my pale room, on my quilted bed, the  
rusted, useless nuts, bolts, and screws were driven in my skin. One set  
on my thigh spelled "Faggot". I'd never felt so loved." Henry Carr, The  
Terrible Carr's  
 
"The elephants, Emma, the elephants could hear me. Deep, in the African jungle, they can still hear the screams." Rosand Kierkergaard, The Waning Reason  
 
 
"Bouncing, bubbly, baby-soft. So damned delicious, merely a touch sets my tongue on fire. The flames, oh God, the FLAMES, licking at their insides like hot ashes on film. Negatives....Negatives....Forgive me, Father, for I hath done something awful. Again." Meghan Elaine Dalgion, Report 3.45  
 
 
"Elegra? DAMN YOU! Fuck you and your "in the closet" whispers! Your  
cheating, roaming eyes that falter on me! I'm a MAN, I don't cry! I  
should be the one fucking the housemaid, leaving scented trails of evil  
and mischief! You whore, I hope you're seduced by fire in the depths of  
hell! Where harlots fuck eachother, stumps of unrecognizable char and  
cunt." Edward Mills, To Whom I Loved, Once  
 
 
"Bored,  
bored out her bed-sheets, the rhetorical-slap stained her cheeks like  
roses in June. Merely on reflection. She bloomed that night, next to an  
experienced man with coal miner-stains and wool-calloused hands. Her  
head beat like a drum, boomboomboomboomboomboom-tick." Francine LeCarte, Night.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Writer's Note on how these beauties came about: It started as a game for two -  a Jack of all Trades and a Jaded Mormon striking all subjects and lighting our corners.