by Will Cottrell | Jan 11, 2026 | Short Stories
My mother groaned! My father wept.Into the dangerous world I leapt:Helpless, naked, piping loud;Like a fiend hid in a cloud. Struggling in my fathers hands:Striving against my swaddling bands:Bound and weary I thought bestTo sulk upon my mothers breast. (William...
by Will Cottrell | May 27, 2025 | Short Stories
By Will Cottrell Fruito lunged and plunged. Sweat glistened on his quaking buttocks. He thrust and shoved; he dominated and towered: I’m the god, he told himself, impressed by the bamboo bed’s heavy shaking. I’m the god, it’s me… I...
