The model drops her shiny overcoat to the floor. She’s an artist’s dream, flabby, full of curved shadows and blueish veins. Papers rustle. She lays on her side and lifts a knee. There are bite marks all over her inner thighs. She winks at me and I hide behind my #easel #vss365

Happy #WorldBookDay2023! To celebrate, we've decided to have a #Giveaway where the lucky winners are free to choose any book from our entire catalogue! Book details here: northodox.co.uk/bookstore Like and share before midday tomorrow to enter! #WritingCommunity #Competition

ah yes, breasts, they're just like tree rings (WORLD WITHOUT END, Ken Follet)

You’ve got #sumptuous lips, she said, kind of like a girl. Tommy pictured his jaw softer, hips with an extra 2 inches of curve. He held Amy’s hair in his fists & let her push him against the bus stop. She put her tongue in his mouth & he wished she wanted him not his mum. #vss365

Looking forward to this!

Looking forward to digging into this topic - those dark difficult characters can be the most interesting to write (and read)

Arctic Sea Ice 12. Jun 2023 Error or not we are not doing good in taking care of our only known Habitat. Shocking News about Ocean Heat but not one celebrity or one politician has reacted so far.

The cat had left the bird mutilated & panting by the back door.She kept checking to see if it had died.She didn’t know if it was #compassion or curiosity, but eventually she got a house brick.She slammed it down and heard the little skull break then burst into ugly tears. #vss365

Writer friends, this will definitely be an interesting discussion. #novel #creativewriting

My 1st girlfriend lived in a #haunted house. We'd smoke & watch Southpark while running footsteps made the lights swing, and balls of cold air rushed at our faces. The smoke alarm rang with the batteries pulled out, and I left with fingertip bruises on my cheeks & wrists. #vss365

The cider makes his mouth taste of penny sweets. He’s colossal in his chair, hand coiled round the remote, #hobnob crumbs in his belly button. He learns about antiques, ancient aliens, an immortal jellyfish, his eyes full of miserable rage. #vss365

The stars #twinkle all pretty and malicious like they’re taking the piss. Some days I can’t get the image of a bird feeding plastic to its chick out my head. I answer emails, fill spreadsheets, go home. My family are a lifesaving breath. Then it’s me and the stars again. #vss365

A #blush wasn't cute or romantic it was your own body outing you. Amy felt the heat rise and spread across her cheeks. It was her desires and deepest shame erupting in a physical stain on her face. On her FACE! #vss365

Super Layla. Found in a bin 13 years ago and heart and soul of our family. Happy #blackcatday to all you black beauties,

Veins pulse oxygen to brain that sparks nerves, images. He works, cleans, watches series, exercises, outpacing #trauma. He’s complicit, pedalling fast, volume up. Cool mud splatters skin. Don’t see the cancerous fish, don’t see the howl from hospice bed, don’t think. #vss365

Even cereal seems #convoluted these days. Apple floating obnoxiously in a pool of milk and oats. It’s a doll house turned upside down & shaken.She can’t remember putting on these imposter clothes, adidas socks? She grips TV remote, cat blanket and slides along the wall. #vss365

How technology #convoluted life. Blue light replacing blue skies, Wonder snowed under mountains of knowledge, Artificial imagination. #vss365

Are we #lovers ? I ask.Her bum cheek squeaks against the seat as she moves, sounding like a fart. We’re clothed on top, just bottoms out for business. Hairy winter limbs and condensation on the glass. It doesn’t feel that ‘loving’ what we do.She shivers, Necessary though. #vss365

She can’t remember the last time she drove her car. In her #peripheral vision he grips the wheel.She smells milk on his breath from the flat white he’s been criticising- Coffee coloured teeth clattering away about milk temperature. She wants to be underwater, sunk. Free. #vss365

Her glasses glint red as she texts in sick.The wind lifts her hair at the foot of the hill, and she starts her ascent. She passes mushrooms as big as bongo drums. The sheep glow orange as the light fades. At the summit she eats a #jumbo cookie as school pick up sails by. #vss365