There’s Something Medieval About A Cold Toilet Seat
It says not a word, but sits unperturbed.
Hard as a rock, it rests in a relaxed position. In the early mornings, it cools. Waiting patiently for some poor soul to take a seat. Slide out their feet, in an attempt to get comfortable.
Toilets don’t believe in hospitality. For they’re a miserable lot, an envious species. They want a man to suffer, to experience pain. To groan in agony, to heave and cry.
No one ever comes willingly, but always by force. For it’s the shaking of the bowels that summons them. Drags them unwillingly toward the gavel. Lining up their skin before the judge.
Just the sight makes a man squirm. Makes him hover before experiencing the burn. The ice cold touch from that beast of consecration; the evil toilet humiliates entire nations.
Hello! We’re D.J. Hoskins
We are Davena and Jason Hoskins, co-authors of 30+ books and siblings who write under the pseudonym D.J. Hoskins. Three years apart and in our twenties, we have been fascinated by stories from a young age. Davena is a student attending Princeton University, and Jason attends Georgetown University.
