Everyone was satisfied, no one was happy.
The Cracked Mug By D.I. Jolly
At a glance you wouldn’t say she was anything special, but she was, she really, really was. Her personality lit up the bar, it stoked the fires, her smile was an epic guitar solo, and you knew you had walked into her domain from the moment you stepped through the door.
Cheap Cigars By D.I. Jolly
We are part of the universe, beautiful and infinite, simple and small, all at the same time. We are meaningless, and we are everything.
Mirrors and Glass By D.I. Jolly
The idea was she would stand naked, or as naked as she could stand, in front of the mirror and read the words out loud every day.
Sunrise by D. I. Jolly
There is beauty everywhere. You just have to look for it.
Need For Speed by D.I. Jolly
She slipped a hand into her panties and started sending rainbow shockwaves through her body in time to the music.
Something is Blooming – Part 2
I do not have cops in my pocket, Mr Jones, and while I might be a man who colours outside of the lines, the kind of clout, influence and willingness to take risks is not something I’m interested in.
Der Klatsch (Rumours) By D.I. Jolly
While his personality was kind and easy-going, the one prevailing opinion of him, was that he was different.
Politics by D.I. Jolly
“Janet, hi, I’m so sorry to just call you out the blue like this. I… I know it’s been a while.”
Poor Ingmar By D.I. Jolly
Ingmar had no idea what to do the day the world locked down.