by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
Title: Madeline for Brunch In a lot of ways, Madeline still felt like a stranger in New York. She had made friends, got a good job, found a comfortable apartment, but sometimes, like when she was invited over to someone’s house for brunch, she felt like an imposter...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
It started as just a little game between Lucy and me. How I’d tease her and how she’d blush and pout. “You know the only reason I like you is because of your big tits,” I’d say, pushing her into a corner and feeling her up. “Rude! How could you say that!” she’d whine,...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
There was a familiar comfort in the deep couch. There was a knowledge that if one sat on that couch, they would sink back and possibly never get up. But that’s what we wanted at that moment. It was cold and raining outside. We could hear a bitter and cruel wind...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
It was just another morning. He was a little groggy from a long somewhat sleepless night. Sometimes his head got going when he laid down in bed and just wouldn’t stop. Too many mistakes to think about. Too many lapses in judgement. When he finally got out of bed, he...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
She had that thing. That thing where she always looked pissed off. It took a long time to figure out that she wasn’t always mad, just most of the time. She invited me over to brainstorm. She had an art project she was working on, but we never seemed to get to talking...