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Nick watched as his mother pulled out the driveway. “Finally!!”
He closed his blinds and ran over to his cell phone. He brought up his messages and touched David's name.
Nick-Hey man I'll be down there in a minute okay.
David immediately responded back.
David-WHAT ARE YOU TELLING ME FOR!! PLUG IN AND GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE YOU'RE LATE!! I think the link is starting to effect Alex, he's been to in to long.
David-Why don't you tell him to get offline?
Nick-(Wow he's still texting) He's waiting for you moron!!
Nick put his phone down and closed his door locking it. His mother was going to be gone for at least three hours. Plenty of time.
Nick reached under his bed and pulled out a bulky grayish suitcase. He opened it quickly and put it on his bed. It's contents were dozens of syringes, a camera like device, and can of a clear creamy substance. Nick quickly undressed down to his boxers. He took a handful of the creamy liquid and rubbed over his skin head to to
The Replacement-TG CaptionThe Replacement-TG Caption in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mike was cleaning the camera lens for the fourth time that evening when Mr. Prez walked in red faced.
“Still no answer?” Mike asked.
Mr. Prez clenched his phone with rage. “Still no answer.” He said pinching his nose. He looked around the room. All the equipment was set up; the lights, the camera, the props. Everything was in place for the photo shoot except the thing they were shooting.
“I can't believe she did this again. How does she expect to make to make it in this industry if she is always late or a no show?” Mr. Prez said with his head pointed toward the ceiling.
“Maybe she just got caught up? Mike said putting the camera down.
“Oh please I'm tired of her excuses, it's always something.” Mr. Prez looked down at his watch. “Oh we're running out of time and I need these pictures for the spread next week. I can't have another late entry, the outlet will never forgive me.”
Mr. Prez started pacing back and forth.
Hitting the road-TG CaptionHitting the road-TG Caption in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Danny pulled into Jackson's driveway. He shut off the car and opened the door. “I'll be right back, I'm going to go get him.” Danny said to Tyler who was sitting in the backseat eating a Twizzler.
“Alright,” he said munching on the red string. “Can you leave the radio on though?”
Danny put the key back into ignition and turned it to the radio setting.
“Yeah, I'll be back,”
Danny closed the door leaving Tyler in the car. Danny walked to the front door and knocked. He waited for a second then opened the door. “Mr. and Mrs. Styles, I'm here to pick up Jackson!!”
The living room TV was blaring the Spongebob theme song. Jackson's little sisters were sitting on the rug watching the intro. One of his sisters, Jenny, caught Danny walking in.
“Hey Danny!” She screamed.
Danny's other sister Jessica turned and joined in as well. “Hey Danny!”
Danny smiled and waved. “Hey Jessica and
What did he do to me? 1st TG CaptionWhat did he do to me? 1st TG Caption in Short Stories More Like This
I walked down dirt road still changing. I had finally gotten away from him, but whatever he did to me was still taking effect. My hips were still growing, my butt was growing larger filling the light blue panties he had put on me. My height was deprecating with each step. I had already lost my member and watched my waist turn slim and curvy. My skin was now golden and my hair had already descended past my shoulders. I knew from the pain on my face a few hours ago that my features had changed as well. I stopped in my tracks, stumbling a little. I began to cough something was wrong with my chest. I felt something begin to protrude from my chest. I pulled back the gray top I wore to discover my problem. I looked down at my chest in confusion and awe. Two fully formed breast contained by a black bra were now on my chest.
“What the hell did he do to me?”
Make do with what you got-TG Caption shortMake do with what you got-TG Caption short in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cole kicked the bathroom door open in rage. He threw his suitcase across the floor spitting something vulgar out of his lips. “I can't believe that ass hat!!” He shouted.
Cole heard the short tune of a pop song resonate from the inside of his suitcase. He ran over to it popping open the case. He reached inside one of the inner pockets and took out a smart-phone. He tapped in the password and saw that he had received a text message.
Hey are you still coming it's about to start? Remember your costume! Can't get in without one!
Cole dropped his phone back into the suitcase and brushed his face with his hand. There was no way he was going to be able to get a costume and arrive at the party on time. There was only limited space and he's spot would be taken if he didn't get there on time.
His dick of a boss made him stay a whole two hours later to finish up some paper work even though he knew that Cole had to be out at a certain time.
Cole picked himself up off the ground
It actually worked!! TG Caption shortIt actually worked!! TG Caption short in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I smile ecstatically taking another picture. I covered my mouth trying to block any other escaping laughter.
“I can’t believe this actually worked, I mean there is actually stuff like this out there?” I said clumsily walking over to my desk.
The shift in gravity was going to be something to get used to. I picked up the small bottle of pills. “This Keith is really out there somewhere and his product actually works!!”
I held the pills against my chest thinking of all the things I could now do. “I can finally be with her,” I said happily. “Oh I got to go get dressed!!”
Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #94, 95, 96!Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #94, 95, 96! in Editorial More Like This
#94) I went to a brony meet-up and I thought it was pretty good fun until we went to Toys R Us. I was sceptical about a bunch of guys (no girls went to the meet) going to the little girl's section of the shop so I kept my distance and I'm glad I did – everyone there except for me became really creepily obsessive about the toys and it was embarrassing to be seen with them in the shop. After we left (I didn't buy anything and the girl on the till seemed really freaked out by us) I kind of felt awkward being seen with them and when they sang a song from the show really loudly at Pizza Hut I wanted to go home fast. What do you make of this?
Answer: There is always the potential for this problem when meeting up with strangers based on a common interest: will you be as into it as they are? The issue becomes slightly more complex when the common interest is My Little Pony, because it's the sort of interest that a lot of people aren't comfortable discussing in great detail outsid
Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #97, 98, 99!Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #97, 98, 99! in Editorial More Like This
#97) I am an open brony with everyone, except my parents. I'd tell them, but my dad will not approve. He even disapproved and called me gay when I was really into "Phineas and Ferb". Imagine if he found out [about "Friendship is Magic"]! There's no way he would approve. But I want to buy merchandise, shirts, and other stuff. So what do you think I should do about telling my parents?
Answer: Your dad sounds like a royal prick. I don't know what his upbringing was like, but your sexuality isn't defined by watching a simple TV show. "Phineas and Ferb" might be geared towards an audience younger than yourself, but I'm not sure why it would be considered, in his eyes, to be 'gay'. I think he might be getting mixed up between watching something that's distinctly effeminate and watching something that targets kids in general. If anything, "Phineas and Ferb" is a show pitched at boys (although, naturally, it does have universal appeal) and so I can see why you'd be worried about
Everything Under the Stars 20Chapter 20: An AppointmentEverything Under the Stars 20 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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Heather didn't remember falling asleep.
She woke to that familiar beeping to find herself nestled in Neelix's arms, still fully clothed; he too was still wearing his clothing from the night before.
She stretched out her arm which caused Neelix to stir; his ear flinched at the annoying sound as if it were an obnoxious fly attempting to land, but instead of tending to it, he rolled to his side to face Heather, and wrapped his free arm around her before he nuzzled against the pillow, far too comfortable to concern himself with whatever unimportant affairs were calling for him.
"Neelix, get your ass out of bed."
Neelix's eyes shot open. He got out of bed so fast, it felt as though his stomach was trying to catch up. He lurched over the console as he caught his bearings, staring directly into the sharp poised eyes of Muora.
"Muora..." Neelix tried to catch his breath, "How did you... Nevermind. I don't want to know."
Everything Under the Stars 18Chapter 18: TroubleEverything Under the Stars 18 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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Neelix and Heather were already at the workshop for a while when Gale shouted from the back office to get Neelix's attention. He sighed, annoyed and set his tool down as he lifted his goggles and began to walk towards the back.
"Neelix, you have a message." Gale informed him as he entered.
"Oh..?" Neelix replied, interested but felt his gut lurch. As much as he wanted to speak to Muora, it made him extremely anxious. He looked over at Heather who was sitting up on the counter across from him. She was playing with Gale's game again and shared the same look of worry as he did, when their eyes met.
"Yeah... from... the Overseer." Gale replied. He seemed both confused and nervous by this.
"The Overseer? What would he want? We're catching up at a good pace.. I can't imagine he'd be receiving any complaints." Neelix replied, "What did he say?"
"Just says he wants to meet with you as soon as possible.. Damn I hope we're not in troubl
Everything Under the Stars Ch6Chapter Six: A New HomeEverything Under the Stars Ch6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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Neelix turned on the lights as he entered his quarters. As usual, the place was a mess. Thick wires were sprawled about along with crates and tools. It was obvious he was a mechanic.. and a bachelor. Both for a very long time. The girl was limp in his arms as he carried her inside, carefully moving between the crates and over the wires, to his bed.. or really, a large mattress like padding that laid on the floor in a far corner of the room. He knelt down with her beside the mattress, delicately pulling the fabric from around her body and quickly shoved it aside. He then carefully laid her down onto his bed.
She groggily opened her eyes, looking up at him. He smiled at her and ran a hand along her face, "It's ok.." he whispered, but she just weakly stared at him. He lowered his gaze down to the end of the bed and grabbed at his wrinkled and disarrayed sheets, pulling them up and over her as she continued to watch him through tired
Everything Under the Stars 11Chapter 11: ConfusionEverything Under the Stars 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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Heather sat quietly on Neelix's bed as another random object went zipping across the room. She sighed out her nose as she made a face.
"I can't believe what I've gotten myself into... this is insane! He's going to ask me to do something crazy.. I just know it! What else could possibly be worth it to him if it wasn't something insane, huh?! What was I thinking to take your advice!"
Veeno didn't answer. He was leaning against the door frame of the main entrance to Neelix's quarters with his arms crossed. He continued to watch as Neelix tore apart his quarters in frustration and looked over at Heather. They both shrugged at one another as they turned their attention back to yet another item being tossed across the room.
"It's not all that bad..." Veeno finally said, "I mean, you are getting his protection after all."
"Yeah and at what price, huh?! Not all that bad..." Neelix repeated Veeno's sentence, mocking him
you can't make them love you.He is beautiful, new, unexplored. He has wanted to kiss her ever since they met one week ago and fell prey to helpless chemistry.you can't make them love you. in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Dont, she says, moving her hands in a subconscious yes pattern along his arm as he rubs his cheek against hers. You dont even know my favourite colour. The wind cuts through her thin jacket, and his chest is so warm.
Red, he guesses, improbably correct. His ears are cold.
And how many dogs do I have?
Two, he says, and she laughs wildly at his luck as he nuzzles her neck.
Im trying to save you, she tells him, pushing fruitlessly against his broad shoulders. So you dont wa
throwing rocks.so i want to grow up and get a job and make happy, make money, make forget. i can't though, i'm too concerned with windchimes. i mean, fuck windchimes, right? i lie awake at night and listen to rigs on the rumble strip and the windchimes, (mostly the trucks), but damn, the tinkling is enough to keep me awake all night. but sometimes not, and then i dream i drown or maybe i marry a serial killer who props up corpses in rocking chairs or sometimes i dream about my ex-boyfriend's little sister because why not. then i wake up and it's taxes and credit cards and grades and people dying and shit.throwing rocks. in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
i don't know what is wrong with me.
i mean i do, though, it's called obsessive compulsive disorder and major depressive disorder and severe anxiety and a bunch of other shit that takes too long to detail, but i'm talking about the pieces insurance won't cover.
also fuck claire danes.
it's just like, when i close the door behind me i push on the doorknob six times plus seven plus seve
telling a sad story backwards-17.telling a sad story backwards- in Short Stories More Like This
it smells like grief and sterilized metal.
i climb into andrews bed, though the nurses have strictly forbidden it. he closes his eyes and holds me tightly, because he says when he cant see me, it is easier to pretend i never happened to him.
he pushes the cart aggressively down the aisle, pretending to mow over old ladies doing their sunday shopping.
"stop," i say giggling, lobbing a can of ravioli at him.
for a moment i think he simply didn't see me throw the can; it glances off his chest and falls to the floor, exploding in a pattern of red arrows. i don't notice his eyes rolling back in his head or the graceful way his body collapses to the floor.
the only thing i notice is the distinct thudding sound as his head hits the metal shelf and the screaming that may or may not be mine.
later in the hospital he calls for me and says he wants to apologize for keeping secrets, and the doctors launch into a medical explanation of his cancer.
their eyes are sad.
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"who's that kid?" i ask, pointing at the boy whose hair cannot decide if it is red or gold. he holds a basketball in his small hands, bouncing it, once, twice, before putting it through the hoop in a perfect arc.
"james," the counselor responds, and leans closer. "he's a foster kid, you know."
i don't know.
the boy turns at that moment and catches me watching him. unthinkingly i form my thumbs and index fingers into a heart and flash it at him. he nods to his teammates and leaves the court, climbing the bleachers to where i sit.
"did you see my shot?" he asks.
"yes." pause. "i'm kelsey."
"i know," he says, and runs back to his game.
at the end of the camp day i wave to the buses as they leave the parking lot. the final bus clicks and pops to life, and from the last seat i see james cup his hands into a heart and press it against the window at me. i fumble to free my hands and return the gesture, but the bus turns the corner and he is gone.
it doesn't take long for me to vow that if i
Birth of a Weapon - Part IIBirth of a Weapon - Part II in Short Stories More Like This
The earth shook as an unexpectedly womanish shape departed the room, leaving the solid wood door crashing to a close, the walls trembling before the shockwave concussed the dim chamber.
Only the guards frantic movements and calls to his superior could be heard.
Agent Edison Smith’s world was closing in on him, his body failing him as he tried to maintain his grasp of reality. He struggled to maintain control while the wrathful serum coursed through his veins. The pain from the initial injection was beginning to subside, but the chilling serum infiltrated his circulatory system, leaving him hopelessly frozen in a fetal position.
“Sir! Agent Smith!” the guard called. “Get up!” His cries were falling on deaf ears. Smith’s hearing and inner ear functions were shutting down.
Synapses firing at random, Smith was losing command of his body. His muscles twitching, the loss of control began in his pelvis, slow
Birth of a Weapon - Part IIIBirth of a Weapon - Part III in Short Stories More Like This
Blackened silence preceded a slow return to consciousness, a prick of blurry light penetrating her eyes. Slowly, her vision recognized two black circles stacked vertically, topped with a small fluorescent yellow tube, the source of the dark black circles lost in the bokeh. She wanted to rub her new eyes into focus, but her movements were restricted, her wrists and ankles tightly bound.
Hours ago, a beige Chevrolet had careened into her front lawn, frantically exited by a buxom blond dressed in tattered military clothing, her unclothed breasts bouncing, swaying, and wobbling with each cantankerous step as she approached.
With what seemed to be the last of her strength, the strange woman threw her arms around Melody, caressing Melody’s lips with a passionate lover’s kiss. She stuttered the words, “I... I love you Melody,” in a thick Russian accent as her body fell limp in Melody’s arms.
Melody considered calling the police, but there wa
Too Many Drinks: EpilogueToo Many Drinks: Epilogue in Short Stories More Like This
Sandy sat cross-legged on the sofa, her bulging stomach straddled between her thighs. A laptop rested precariously on her calves as her large stomach prevented her from placing it closer. Cleavage bounded from her low-cut blue camisole that strained to encompass her pregnant proportions. Black yoga pants clung to her legs as they were the pants she felt most comfortable in these days. She strained to reach the keyboard while typing in a new search query, her arms contorting around her bulbous stomach and enlarged bosom. She was thoroughly annoyed with her huge chest and inflated abdomen, wishing they were less of a hindrance.
She pondered how long it had been since she was able to see her feet while standing upright. She recollected on memories of the sudden obstruction of her view that was her new, large bosom. Over the past eight months, her stomach had expanded, growing with and finally surpassing her ample breasts, now filling much
I BelieveI believe in laughter in the middle of the night. I believe in true love, and the security it can bring. There's something to be said about being with that special someone and knowing it's real and perfect. Being with someone who is your perfect compliment...that is truly something. I guess you can say that I believe in love, and that when you have love, drive, and ambition...you can achieve anything.I Believe in Philosophical More Like This
Common NightmareI wake with a jolt, my eyes slamming open. My heart is racing, and I can still smell the stink of my own fear. I roll over and stare at the clock, feeling the cold sweat on my brow. Again? When would it ever end?Common Nightmare in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was the same one as normal. I was running, not stopping for breath. The same old nightmare...running, hiding, flying. It was my old neighborhood, with the convoluted maze of houses. I ran with her breath on my neck, hiding in house after house. I would knock on the doors, trying to find shelter from my past.
Inevitably, I would find my wings, but it was short lived. Something always brought me back to earth with a scream. Every night, the nightmare would end with me screaming as she found the apartment building that I was hiding in.
I blink at the numbers on the clock, wondering how they had changed so quickly. How long had I b
A Mother's Day LetterMy daughter,A Mother's Day Letter in Letters More Like This
I miss you. Plain and simple. I miss you more every day that goes by. I wish you were here this Mother's Day. Your birthday is coming up, and you would be turning six. I wish I could have watched you grow into that beautiful little girl I knew you would be. Your heart is pure and beautiful, and so you would have been. I wish I could grab you in my arms and hug you tight. Kissing you good night would be a sweet treasure that I would hold close to my heart. I want to kiss your skinned knees and stubbed toes. I want to dance and twirl you around and hear you giggle. I want to watch you grow up. I miss you baby girl.
I know you are looking down on me, and I love that. I just wish you were here. I miss you I need you.
Detective!England X Mommy!Reader:Kirkland Family17Detective!England X Mommy!Reader:Kirkland Family17 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One month later, you were utterly confused. You had been receiving anonymous love letters, all very sweet and poetic accompanied by bouquets of fresh red roses with an intoxicating sent. Today when you went to check the mailbox, you almost tripped because of the roses littering your path. At first you had thought the roses were from Francis; he had assured you they weren't.
The kids were at Yao's house as usual, playing with Yong soo. You and Arthur both had the day off, for once you had an opportunity to spend time together without Alfred and Matthew.
You had told Arthur how confused you were, and he told you he would help you work out who it was. He said that people like Franklin Blake, Sherlock and Lord Peter Wimsey had been his personal friends, and he had picked up a few detective skills.
Arthur was dressed in a stereotypical cheesy Hollywood detective outfit.
"First, what day did these start to arrive?" he asked while walking around and gesturing to all the roses that lay about.
Prince!England X Reader: The Royal Bloodline IIIPrince!England X Reader: The Royal Bloodline III in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You're so confused why they were asking you so many things, was it related to you? Alfred knew your name, Francis asked your birthday and Arthur, somewhat had something in his mind about your dream or "strange memories." You wanted to ask him about it but you couldn't speak when you're in front of him.
Francis left after telling you and asking you, you went downstairs to see Mary. Instead of seeing Mary, you saw Arthur again talking with this King Allistor, King Allistor also had the same eyebrows as Arthur, a red head and smoking.
"Arty, is that ye' lass?" Allistor asked
"It's none of your business, brother" he sighed "And why did you come here?! I don't remember inviting you"
"I just wanted to see what's my little bro' doin'!"
"'Ey poppet! Come 'ere!" Allistor cried, he was calling you.
'Poppet?!' you looked sideways, there were no other women beside you "Me...?" you pointed yourself
You ran to Arthur and hid at his back because you thought Duke Allistor
Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 18Daddy!England X Mommy!Reader: Kirkland Family 18 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You opened your eyes and gazed out the window, watching as the birds flew about in the erarly morning sunshine. You had to get up early to pack Matt and Al's lunchboxes. As you shifted, you noticed there was a strong arm slung over your waist. You rolled over about to kiss Arthur good morning, only to find that the man was NOT Arthur. WHY ON EARTH WAS THIS STRANGE SHIRTLESS MAN IN YOUR BED?!?!
You pushed the man off you. He opened his eyes. You studied his baby blues carefully, hoping to find some clue as to WHY HE WAS IN YOUR BED.
"Oww! What are you doing, Mom!?" the shirtless guy growled
"Mom!? Mom my arse! Who the hell are you!?" You're talking like Arthur now...
"It's me! Alfred!" he said
"Alfred? you're kidding me! Alfred is a chil-... What? Can you repeat that again?"
"I'm A-L-F-R-E-D Kirkland, Look, Matt also grew up too" he said as he pointed the sleeping Matthew.
"Gosh... You guys really grow up fast" you said, then, you shook Arthur, trying to wake him.
"What is it ___...?" h
Selkie There is a fisherman sitting on a rock by the shore; his forlorn grey eyes watching grey clouds rolling over apathetic grey waves, and beyond, a grey horizon.Selkie in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He sits with empty hooks, empty nets, empty stomach, wrapped in layers of clothes like broken shutters that do not keep the chill out. Young and tan, he is, skin chapped by the wind, broad shouldered and well muscled from breaking his back dawn to dusk.
That must be all he knows, a grey life of work and water.
come to the shore,
and I will meet you there.
I am velvet,
I am smooth.
come down to the water.
let's play in the sea.
Forget your empty stomach,
there is only me
and the rolling waves.
Forget your net,
and your steel hooks,
they have nothing on me.
Must I come to you, for you see me not? I am shedding my skin, for you, fisherman.
Behold now the fair maiden down by the shore; my ivory skin, rose in the
The Importance of Gold FlecksHereditary.The Importance of Gold Flecks in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I learned the meaning of the word when I was young on a summer afternoon. Too hot to play outside, I was sitting with my dad on our blue couch with the small white polka dot fabric. In retrospect, it was probably a tacky piece of furniture, but love is unconditional when you are small, and I sure did love that couch. I remember my dad watching Winnie the Pooh with me every Saturday morning on its spotted cushions. That day, though, we had a conversation about eyes that I never forgot, and even then, its deeper meaning was not lost on me.
"Daddy, your eyes are green like a cat's," I said.
He smiled, and told me that mine were also green, but unlike his, they changed colors. "Sometimes they are blue. Your eyes were so blue when you were a baby! Big and blue.... Someti
Planet of the Snakes Chapter 2Planet of the Snakes Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kaa congratulated himself as he looked at Eilish hypnotized. Kaa then wanted to test her obedience and decided to do something funny. He then commanded her "Now put your feet on my face."
Kaa's words were like music to Eilish's ears, and the 14 year old obeyed her new master without a thought. "Yess..master I will obey." The young girl then extended her legs and put her beautiful feet right into the python's face. The whole ordeal looked rather comically. Eilish with her feet in the air so close to the Kaa's face, still leaning against the trunk of the tree. The girl was Kaa's slave to do with as he wanted.
Kaa at first smelled the admiring her aroma and quickly understood she wasn't from here just by her scent which was far more different than the ones he smelled before . He took a few licks to taste her soles as he admired her state.
Eilish was in a deep state of hypnosis. The young 14 year old girl's mind had been completely broken by the hypnotic python. As Kaa smelled
Planet of the Snakes Chapter 1Planet of the Snakes Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pushing aside another, almost-as-large-as-her, fern leaf, Eilish found herself stumbling into a small clearing. The ground was surprisingly dry, compared to the muck she'd been trekking through for the past few hours or so. Maybe here would be somewhere she could rest without being disturbed by the continuous rain.
Trotting over to a tree with somewhat-smooth looking bark, Eilish slid down to the ground, leaning back and closing her eyes. To think, only yesterday she'd been touring around NASA's largest space station, constantly gazing out windows at the passing stars and planets. She'd always had a fascination with Astrology and the likes, but to be accepted to travel up here out of thousands of others? Ridiculous!
But, as she had expected, it had been too good to be true. The stations stability in orbit had been jeopardized, calling for the evacuation of all personnel. Though Eilish had seemingly been forgotten in thi
When, WhenIts like when you ran over my cat last December and I said it was okay but it really wasnt and you tighten your grip on my arm and I dont care anymore because, fuck, it was just a cat right?When, When in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Or when we went bowling and I pulled sevens and nines all night and you bowled strike after strike after golden strike and I swear you were immaculate and floating when you jumped victorious and I sat by the score sheet and all the powers of man and nature and beast and god were barely able to keep my head up and my eyes focused on the ocular feast, the glory of you.
And when we were walking home after the movies and the wind blew acerbic and jealous and stricken blind, groping to finger flesh within our coats and scarves and boots like the denizens of Sodom and Gomorrah and we are as Lots daughters left like the lamb for the spiritual slaughter but the angels come in the form of your father in the family minivan offering us a ride and I desperately want to say yes but you s
Get Beat UpI fucking love waking up with a broken nose, swollen eyes, hungover, cold, gutter-stench sallow in last nights damp rags. The lace on my left shoe is missing for some reason. Im covered head to toe in caked mud, or shit its all over the floor, footprints stitching a path from the doorway to the bathroom to in front of the couch where I apparently fell and blacked out, leaving a sort of lurid black snow angel in my wake. Jake is still in the bathroom, face-down in the toilet where he passed out. Hes pissed his pants. Hope hes not dead. Smells like it. Maybe its better if he is.Get Beat Up in Short Stories More Like This
No, probably not.
Theres vomit in the sink. Two teeth, a canine and a lateral incisor, gagged up, dried to the sides. I kick Jake in the ribs and tell him to get the fuck up. He starts and blinks vacantly at the base of the bowl, breathing raggedly. Whyd you have to puss out on my like that? I could have died. Maybe thats what you were trying for? Fuck y