esoterics

opens a pit in my stomach like a six-foot-deep hole in the ground. rotten, sickening, muddy scent. conjures the image of a corpse just laid to rest in a shallow grave, the decaying scent just wafting through the mud, combining with the flowers and lilacs...

gunpowder. heavy gunpowder lingers on the agent as she completes the mission, having shot the last guard with a silenced pistol. she's tactical and whip-smart, never missing her target. even after a shower, the smell of gunpowder...

the cool click of heels on a marble floor. cat-eye, thin glasses that sharp eyes peer through as she asks you who you have a meeting with. hair tied into a tight bun; french tip nails clacking against a keyboard. you can't just get an appointment with...

the name speaks for itself. it's the woman who comes into the office of the hardened detective, who asks what a beautiful woman like this is doing in his office. she's hypnotically evil, and even though he knows it, he just can't turn her down....

"Picture a California girl. Sun-glossed, bikini-clad, her long blonde hair whipping in the wind that cuts down from the rocks along the Malibu coast. She turns, from the towel on which she kneels, salt and sand still clinging to her skin,...

you're in an orchard under a lemon tree. a breeze caresses you as you dig your nails into a lemon that had fallen into your hands. a warm glass of milk sits next to you and you take a sip, the slight...