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The One Who Stayed

To My Wife, Most people never witness true transformation. They see glimpses. Before and after. Photos, stories, edited timelines told through filtered lenses. But you, you saw it all. You were there before the unraveling. Before the mirror broke. Before the storm came. You saw the man I was at my lowest, when even I couldn’t recognize myself. And you stayed. You stayed when it would have been easier to leave. You stayed through the silence, the confusion, the nights soaked in alcohol and absence. You stayed not because I was easy to love, but because something inside you knew I was still in there, buried under it all. You didn’t run when the ground gave way. You held it. You held me. And now, after everything, here we are. At a place few people ever get to reach. A place that didn’t come from perfection or fairytales. It came from fire. From wreckage. From years of choosing each other again and again when it would have been easier not to. You are the only person on this earth who

Literature

Annas Weight Journey

Anna stood in the driveway beside her parents’ SUV on a humid August morning, hugging herself nervously while staring at the mountain of boxes being packed into the trunk. At eighteen years old, she was leaving home for the first time and moving several states away to attend a large university in the Midwest. She was excited, terrified, emotional, and trying very hard not to cry. “Call us when you get there,” her mother said for the third time that morning. “I will,” Anna laughed. At five foot five and right around two hundred pounds, Anna had always been a bigger girl. Soft, thick, and naturally curvy, she carried most of her weight in her chest, hips, and thighs. Her brown hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, and her bright blue eyes gave her a warm, approachable look that made people instantly comfortable around her. She had never been athletic, but in high school she at least stayed somewhat active. Walking between classes, helping at her part-time job, occasionally

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A Big Twist In Life - Part 6

[DEVIATION] I can still feel her weight in my hand. A month had passed since he had left her outside the central station, and yet the feeling remained like a ghost on his skin. He remembered exactly how she had felt under the leather jacket while the rain was pouring down. How her small hands had held his fingers. How her voice had sounded when she had tried to sound braver than she had been, and her laugh, that little sudden laugh over their breakfast. He could still hear it. He ran his hand over his face and leaned back against the scaffolding. Damn. “Jesper!” He was snapped out of his thoughts by Tim’s voice at his shoulder. He turned to the empty window where Tim was standing. His brown hair stuck out from under his sun-bleached cap while sweat stained his shirt around his neck and chest. “Can you lift up the last window?” he asked. Jesper nodded briefly and bent down to the the window that was leaning against the container. The enormous window weighed a hundred kilos, but he

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Disarming the Warrior Chapter 11

The days let loose their color and turn into weeks, and then months fall away as do the leaves that I watch from the kitchen window; and you are left with nothing but regrets about how that precious, limited time could have been better spent. As I look back, each day should have been treated as special and your last. I knew that better than most, but as I settled into a working life the passed by like the desert sand in a Washoe Zephyr. The little things fill your life, finding all the nooks and spaces, until the big things are crowded out. But this is a perspective afforded from months farther down the road. There was still t...

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Disarming the Warrior 5: Awareness

Despite another morning of protest and faux-duress, I managed to get us out early that Sunday morning. All that was needed was to carry Sarah to the truck, throwing a car blanket over her, night clothes and all. After many years of conditioning, the sun was my alarm clock, and today was worse. A train rumbled by in the distance, becoming a stark contrast to how restful the atmosphere was. It seemed that this 24-hour town was taking the morning off. Morning light had painted the sky in warm colors, lighting up the Sierra Nevada's, the mountain range we had to cross today. Moving Sarah had made little inroads into rousing her,...

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Disarming the Warrior Chapter 10

"Three days? I have three days to put lipstick on this pig?" "Well, less, really. We need to pick her up Saturday afternoon at the airport in Reno." The poor choice of language in my response to this met with the disapproval of the stock boy. "What's the big deal? I'll help." "You bet your sweet ass you will!" "You talk about my language..." "I didn't even get a chance to see half of what that shack needed. Paint...we need paint, that's for sure." The shopping cart was now in full reverse, back to isle one. "I can handle that, just get lots of brushes, at least four." "What color? (Grab some nails over there.)...

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Wren's dark moment

Wren has been pretending she’s fine again. Not because she wants to lie — but because it’s easier than explaining the kind of hurt that doesn’t have a name. She’s been slipping back into old habits without noticing. Holding her breath. Shrinking her voice. Apologizing for things she didn’t do. It scares her how natural it still feels. Healing made her believe she’d left those shadows behind, but they’ve been waiting for her — patient, familiar, too easy to fall into. She hates how quickly she folds. She hates how fast the past can pull her under. And the worst part? She doesn’t know how to ask for help without feeling like a burden. So she stays quiet. She stays small. She stays hidden. But the truth is starting to crack through her silence: she’s not okay, and she’s tired of pretending she is.

Literature

Wren finally accepts kindness

Wren didn’t know what to do with kindness at first. It felt too bright, too close, like something she wasn’t allowed to touch. She kept waiting for the moment it would turn sharp — the way it always had before. But today… she didn’t flinch. Someone reached out to her, gently, without expecting anything back. And instead of shrinking away, she let the moment happen. It wasn’t big. Just a small gesture, a soft voice, a quiet “you’re okay.” But she didn’t run from it. She didn’t apologize for needing it. She didn’t fold herself into something smaller. She let herself be held by the moment. And for the first time, kindness didn’t feel like a trap. It felt like something she might someday believe in.

Literature

Wren Update

She’s been trying to let herself feel things again. Not all at once — just in small, careful pieces. She’s realizing that healing isn’t a straight line, and it isn’t supposed to be. Some days she’s proud of herself. Some days she’s exhausted. But she’s learning that both can be true at the same time. She’s not running from kindness anymore. She’s not sure she trusts it yet, but she’s letting it sit beside her without flinching. She has also been remembering things she used to force herself to forget. Not because she wants to, but because healing keeps pulling old memories to the surface. She hates how much it still hurts. She hates how much it still shapes her. But she’s starting to understand something she never did before: remembering isn’t the same as going back. She’s allowed to move forward, even if the past still echoes.

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The Destroyer : 1

1.Summer was a burning blade rippling through the streets of Manhattan. It made ovens out of the tenements in Harlem and mocked the struggling window units that dotted their brick facades. Perspiration coated the nameless faces that passed beneath the open mesh of Mallorie Ortiz’s fire escape. She sat, leaning forward against its bars, her hair hanging loose in a tumbling cascade, her tan, sandaled feet dangling high above the broiling pavement. Traffic was grid-locked and noisy at that hour; the poisonous smell of diesel exhaust just typical city incense.“Eat something.” Her mother hurried past the living room window, fixing a final bobby...

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The Destroyer : 65

Mallorie clicked slowly through numerous Facebook pages, trying to link the names on her list with general Manhattan locations, but they all had so many matches."Try this one," Armando said, skipping towards the end. "Penelope Widlow. That's kind of an unusual name." Mallorie's lips puckered in consideration. She typed in the name, raising an eyebrow when the menu produced a sole offering. The page came up with the icon of an older brunette wearing a bright yellow headband."I think I know this woman," she said in surprise, tilting her head at the photo. "She worked with my mother...but they just call her Penny.""Was she a maid?" Armando q...

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The Destroyer : 69

Time was slowing down again. Mallorie sat in the now familiar leather chair that faced Matthew Durham's desk. She leaned slightly forward, her hands clasped against her knees, her breaths each registering in her mind, calm and deliberate. Her heart thumped loudly and strongly, but not fast. She felt oddly prepared, under control, and ready for the coming confrontation in the same way Matthew had been ready for her mother.He sat with his chair sideways, staring out the window that looked down on the lobby as if deep in thought, and then he turned to look at her with a fragile smile of pity. It was fake. She could see it. And she felt steel ...

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Moving In - Part 11

Kaylee and I have now been living together and dating for around two years now. Both of us are clearly deeply in love with each other, even after all this time. We’ve spent likely days if not weeks worth of time just cuddling, watching TV and movies together on the couch, and playing video games together. As time has passed, Kaylee has kept us both well fed with her amazing meals, causing her hips, thighs, and butt to grow as she had hoped, though not quite to the size of her mom’s. Both of us can still fit on the couch together, but I’m starting to get squished. Today, we are leaving for an extended weekend at the beach. While we are only around two hours away from a beach, we’ve decided to go to a slightly nicer beach and a really nice resort so we can better relax. What Kaylee doesn’t know is that I plan on proposing to her while we’re there. Kaylee is beyond excited. She's been packing for days, mostly swimsuits, cover-ups, and a few dresses in case you two go out to dinner or

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The Human Variable - Chapter 1.1

Part 1 [Mini Giantess, Growth, BE, Science, Outgrowing clothes] The Mansion loomed over its private valley like a monument to isolation; all sharp angles and cold glass, its cantilevered roofs jutting over the infinity pool like the wings of some grounded predator. The setting sun painted the steel-and-concrete facade in gold. Lily Bell perched in the center of the expansive guest room bed, fingers pressing into her temples like she could squeeze out the last of the tears before they fell. The bed’s gray duvet bunched over her legs, the fabric cool against her bare skin. Her glasses and ruined shoes lay somewhere down on the basement floor, lost in the chaos of her hasty escape. The mattress groaned again as Lily shifted, the sound too loud in the hollow quiet. She pressed a palm against the solid walnut headboard and leaned back but the carved edge bit into her shoulder blades like a reproach. Above her, the ceiling seemed much lower than it should have been. She drew in a

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The Perfect Night

"This was going to be the perfect night" thought Samantha- a beautiful young woman with brown wavy hair and blue eyes- as she got out the shower at 7:00pm in her house in London UK and headed straight for her bedroom. Tonight she will be heading out to Gatecrasher at 10:00pm when she will be there, all night clubbing and from there on Samantha will come home and experience her first hangover, having been the first party she has ever attended due to the fact that her parents never allowed her to go to any party from secondary school all the way to the end University but now that she has graduated, Samantha can now do what she likes and go...

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The I. A. (infinite alien) pregnancy

Kathryn Moore woke up from the floor within her bedroom with her head pounding and tightly clutching her stomach as it violently lurched. Kathryn looked across the room only to find nothing but cleaning supplies and to find out that she is still wearing the clothing she wore for work the previous night: A black business blazer, a maroon silk shell scoop neck embroidered sleeveless shirt, black side slit pencil skirt and her black ankle strap buckle sling back closed toe-pointed stiletto heels. Kathryn also has dark brown hair with curled ends and has blue eyes which is look around to room trying to remember what has happened and why was s...

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School's Out Forever

Sara Clark retched hard, her head leaned forward and hoovering over the orange puddle of her own stomach bile that lay splattered on the concrete ground in between her feet as she sits on the school bench behind a large set of bushes far away from her colleagues and the students view on the playground. The beautiful 30 year old English teaching assistant pressed her hands on her thighs that were widely spread apart from each other, clasping her fingers around her tight navy blue cropped summer skinny jeans that reached just two centimetres down her pink calves, as she panted heavily while cold sweat poured down her pink and pain contorted ...

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The time we failed to share

Dept. of War Human resources office General services Ms. Elaine Croyden 421 Tacoma Drive HZ-403/13 Mayburgh Prov. of Dakia It is with deepest regrets, that we write to inform you, that Pvt. 1Cl Frohburg, Eliott, Delta Co., 2nd Batt/21st Infantry Div. has fallen in his line of duty. Kindest regards, E. Richards, Comm.Sgt.Maj Publ. Communications [handwritten addition to the back of the letter, hastily added] I have family in Mayburgh, and I know that the twelve-leaf marigold is native to the Kinschmidt valley. Plesae accept this dryed marigold as a token of my sympathy. Those who came before us Left behind there hearts If not in flesh Then in spirit Thos we lost too soon Leave behind a shadow In our vailing hearts For all the time we failed to share Those who come to follow When to durst we turned Will fondly speak our names Even in a hundret years.

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Echoes of a Shattered Soul

Sit with me here, in the silence that has no companion. Feel the hollow in your chest, where warmth once lived, now a cavern echoing your own absence. Your soul trembles, fragmented, each shard reflecting a part of a life that no longer fits together. The world outside moves with careless joy, unaware of the storm inside you. You reach for connection, but your hands close on nothing. Voices around you blur into white noise, laughter bounces off invisible walls, and you are left with your own reflection....cracked, uneven, bleeding. Every memory of love or trust becomes a phantom that mocks you; every hope that once flickered is now a candle guttering in a windless room. Pain is no longer an event...it is the air you breathe. It wraps around your spirit like a shroud. You feel the weight of your own existence pressing down, pressing down until the bones of your soul ache. Every heartbeat is a reminder: you are here, and yet you are nowhere. And in this void, you are forced to meet

Literature

A home of my own

If there were no Those arms of yours, I would not have a place of my own, The one I call home. I would yearn for safety and warmth, Not knowing what it's like to be Held, As if I am not just my broken pieces, I am entire, I am whole. I would wonder what it's like when someone embraces you Strong enough to keep your fragments in one place, Yet careful enough not to worsen the damage any further. I would weep and curse the fates that kept me away from this one home of my own. And the fates would bow and break due to all the weight of my words, my pleas, my tears. I deserved you, the fates knew. How would they ever part me from you? None would dare! And for that, I humbly thank them. Now they prosper for all the words of gratitude I have. They have given me you. A home of my own. I. L. @Iviwrites

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The One Who Stayed

To My Wife, Most people never witness true transformation. They see glimpses. Before and after. Photos, stories, edited timelines told through filtered lenses. But you, you saw it all. You were there before the unraveling. Before the mirror broke. Before the storm came. You saw the man I was at my lowest, when even I couldn’t recognize myself. And you stayed. You stayed when it would have been easier to leave. You stayed through the silence, the confusion, the nights soaked in alcohol and absence. You stayed not because I was easy to love, but because something inside you knew I was still in there, buried under it all. You didn’t run when the ground gave way. You held it. You held me. And now, after everything, here we are. At a place few people ever get to reach. A place that didn’t come from perfection or fairytales. It came from fire. From wreckage. From years of choosing each other again and again when it would have been easier not to. You are the only person on this earth who

Literature

Annas Weight Journey

Anna stood in the driveway beside her parents’ SUV on a humid August morning, hugging herself nervously while staring at the mountain of boxes being packed into the trunk. At eighteen years old, she was leaving home for the first time and moving several states away to attend a large university in the Midwest. She was excited, terrified, emotional, and trying very hard not to cry. “Call us when you get there,” her mother said for the third time that morning. “I will,” Anna laughed. At five foot five and right around two hundred pounds, Anna had always been a bigger girl. Soft, thick, and naturally curvy, she carried most of her weight in her chest, hips, and thighs. Her brown hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, and her bright blue eyes gave her a warm, approachable look that made people instantly comfortable around her. She had never been athletic, but in high school she at least stayed somewhat active. Walking between classes, helping at her part-time job, occasionally

Literature

A Big Twist In Life - Part 6

[DEVIATION] I can still feel her weight in my hand. A month had passed since he had left her outside the central station, and yet the feeling remained like a ghost on his skin. He remembered exactly how she had felt under the leather jacket while the rain was pouring down. How her small hands had held his fingers. How her voice had sounded when she had tried to sound braver than she had been, and her laugh, that little sudden laugh over their breakfast. He could still hear it. He ran his hand over his face and leaned back against the scaffolding. Damn. “Jesper!” He was snapped out of his thoughts by Tim’s voice at his shoulder. He turned to the empty window where Tim was standing. His brown hair stuck out from under his sun-bleached cap while sweat stained his shirt around his neck and chest. “Can you lift up the last window?” he asked. Jesper nodded briefly and bent down to the the window that was leaning against the container. The enormous window weighed a hundred kilos, but he

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Disarming the Warrior Chapter 11

The days let loose their color and turn into weeks, and then months fall away as do the leaves that I watch from the kitchen window; and you are left with nothing but regrets about how that precious, limited time could have been better spent. As I look back, each day should have been treated as special and your last. I knew that better than most, but as I settled into a working life the passed by like the desert sand in a Washoe Zephyr. The little things fill your life, finding all the nooks and spaces, until the big things are crowded out. But this is a perspective afforded from months farther down the road. There was still t...

Literature

Disarming the Warrior 5: Awareness

Despite another morning of protest and faux-duress, I managed to get us out early that Sunday morning. All that was needed was to carry Sarah to the truck, throwing a car blanket over her, night clothes and all. After many years of conditioning, the sun was my alarm clock, and today was worse. A train rumbled by in the distance, becoming a stark contrast to how restful the atmosphere was. It seemed that this 24-hour town was taking the morning off. Morning light had painted the sky in warm colors, lighting up the Sierra Nevada's, the mountain range we had to cross today. Moving Sarah had made little inroads into rousing her,...

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Disarming the Warrior Chapter 10

"Three days? I have three days to put lipstick on this pig?" "Well, less, really. We need to pick her up Saturday afternoon at the airport in Reno." The poor choice of language in my response to this met with the disapproval of the stock boy. "What's the big deal? I'll help." "You bet your sweet ass you will!" "You talk about my language..." "I didn't even get a chance to see half of what that shack needed. Paint...we need paint, that's for sure." The shopping cart was now in full reverse, back to isle one. "I can handle that, just get lots of brushes, at least four." "What color? (Grab some nails over there.)...

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Literature

Wren's dark moment

Wren has been pretending she’s fine again. Not because she wants to lie — but because it’s easier than explaining the kind of hurt that doesn’t have a name. She’s been slipping back into old habits without noticing. Holding her breath. Shrinking her voice. Apologizing for things she didn’t do. It scares her how natural it still feels. Healing made her believe she’d left those shadows behind, but they’ve been waiting for her — patient, familiar, too easy to fall into. She hates how quickly she folds. She hates how fast the past can pull her under. And the worst part? She doesn’t know how to ask for help without feeling like a burden. So she stays quiet. She stays small. She stays hidden. But the truth is starting to crack through her silence: she’s not okay, and she’s tired of pretending she is.

Literature

Wren finally accepts kindness

Wren didn’t know what to do with kindness at first. It felt too bright, too close, like something she wasn’t allowed to touch. She kept waiting for the moment it would turn sharp — the way it always had before. But today… she didn’t flinch. Someone reached out to her, gently, without expecting anything back. And instead of shrinking away, she let the moment happen. It wasn’t big. Just a small gesture, a soft voice, a quiet “you’re okay.” But she didn’t run from it. She didn’t apologize for needing it. She didn’t fold herself into something smaller. She let herself be held by the moment. And for the first time, kindness didn’t feel like a trap. It felt like something she might someday believe in.

Literature

Wren Update

She’s been trying to let herself feel things again. Not all at once — just in small, careful pieces. She’s realizing that healing isn’t a straight line, and it isn’t supposed to be. Some days she’s proud of herself. Some days she’s exhausted. But she’s learning that both can be true at the same time. She’s not running from kindness anymore. She’s not sure she trusts it yet, but she’s letting it sit beside her without flinching. She has also been remembering things she used to force herself to forget. Not because she wants to, but because healing keeps pulling old memories to the surface. She hates how much it still hurts. She hates how much it still shapes her. But she’s starting to understand something she never did before: remembering isn’t the same as going back. She’s allowed to move forward, even if the past still echoes.

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The Destroyer : 1

1.Summer was a burning blade rippling through the streets of Manhattan. It made ovens out of the tenements in Harlem and mocked the struggling window units that dotted their brick facades. Perspiration coated the nameless faces that passed beneath the open mesh of Mallorie Ortiz’s fire escape. She sat, leaning forward against its bars, her hair hanging loose in a tumbling cascade, her tan, sandaled feet dangling high above the broiling pavement. Traffic was grid-locked and noisy at that hour; the poisonous smell of diesel exhaust just typical city incense.“Eat something.” Her mother hurried past the living room window, fixing a final bobby...

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The Destroyer : 65

Mallorie clicked slowly through numerous Facebook pages, trying to link the names on her list with general Manhattan locations, but they all had so many matches."Try this one," Armando said, skipping towards the end. "Penelope Widlow. That's kind of an unusual name." Mallorie's lips puckered in consideration. She typed in the name, raising an eyebrow when the menu produced a sole offering. The page came up with the icon of an older brunette wearing a bright yellow headband."I think I know this woman," she said in surprise, tilting her head at the photo. "She worked with my mother...but they just call her Penny.""Was she a maid?" Armando q...

Literature

The Destroyer : 69

Time was slowing down again. Mallorie sat in the now familiar leather chair that faced Matthew Durham's desk. She leaned slightly forward, her hands clasped against her knees, her breaths each registering in her mind, calm and deliberate. Her heart thumped loudly and strongly, but not fast. She felt oddly prepared, under control, and ready for the coming confrontation in the same way Matthew had been ready for her mother.He sat with his chair sideways, staring out the window that looked down on the lobby as if deep in thought, and then he turned to look at her with a fragile smile of pity. It was fake. She could see it. And she felt steel ...

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Moving In - Part 11

Kaylee and I have now been living together and dating for around two years now. Both of us are clearly deeply in love with each other, even after all this time. We’ve spent likely days if not weeks worth of time just cuddling, watching TV and movies together on the couch, and playing video games together. As time has passed, Kaylee has kept us both well fed with her amazing meals, causing her hips, thighs, and butt to grow as she had hoped, though not quite to the size of her mom’s. Both of us can still fit on the couch together, but I’m starting to get squished. Today, we are leaving for an extended weekend at the beach. While we are only around two hours away from a beach, we’ve decided to go to a slightly nicer beach and a really nice resort so we can better relax. What Kaylee doesn’t know is that I plan on proposing to her while we’re there. Kaylee is beyond excited. She's been packing for days, mostly swimsuits, cover-ups, and a few dresses in case you two go out to dinner or

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Literature

The Human Variable - Chapter 1.1

Part 1 [Mini Giantess, Growth, BE, Science, Outgrowing clothes] The Mansion loomed over its private valley like a monument to isolation; all sharp angles and cold glass, its cantilevered roofs jutting over the infinity pool like the wings of some grounded predator. The setting sun painted the steel-and-concrete facade in gold. Lily Bell perched in the center of the expansive guest room bed, fingers pressing into her temples like she could squeeze out the last of the tears before they fell. The bed’s gray duvet bunched over her legs, the fabric cool against her bare skin. Her glasses and ruined shoes lay somewhere down on the basement floor, lost in the chaos of her hasty escape. The mattress groaned again as Lily shifted, the sound too loud in the hollow quiet. She pressed a palm against the solid walnut headboard and leaned back but the carved edge bit into her shoulder blades like a reproach. Above her, the ceiling seemed much lower than it should have been. She drew in a

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The Perfect Night

"This was going to be the perfect night" thought Samantha- a beautiful young woman with brown wavy hair and blue eyes- as she got out the shower at 7:00pm in her house in London UK and headed straight for her bedroom. Tonight she will be heading out to Gatecrasher at 10:00pm when she will be there, all night clubbing and from there on Samantha will come home and experience her first hangover, having been the first party she has ever attended due to the fact that her parents never allowed her to go to any party from secondary school all the way to the end University but now that she has graduated, Samantha can now do what she likes and go...

Literature

The I. A. (infinite alien) pregnancy

Kathryn Moore woke up from the floor within her bedroom with her head pounding and tightly clutching her stomach as it violently lurched. Kathryn looked across the room only to find nothing but cleaning supplies and to find out that she is still wearing the clothing she wore for work the previous night: A black business blazer, a maroon silk shell scoop neck embroidered sleeveless shirt, black side slit pencil skirt and her black ankle strap buckle sling back closed toe-pointed stiletto heels. Kathryn also has dark brown hair with curled ends and has blue eyes which is look around to room trying to remember what has happened and why was s...

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School's Out Forever

Sara Clark retched hard, her head leaned forward and hoovering over the orange puddle of her own stomach bile that lay splattered on the concrete ground in between her feet as she sits on the school bench behind a large set of bushes far away from her colleagues and the students view on the playground. The beautiful 30 year old English teaching assistant pressed her hands on her thighs that were widely spread apart from each other, clasping her fingers around her tight navy blue cropped summer skinny jeans that reached just two centimetres down her pink calves, as she panted heavily while cold sweat poured down her pink and pain contorted ...

Literature

The time we failed to share

Dept. of War Human resources office General services Ms. Elaine Croyden 421 Tacoma Drive HZ-403/13 Mayburgh Prov. of Dakia It is with deepest regrets, that we write to inform you, that Pvt. 1Cl Frohburg, Eliott, Delta Co., 2nd Batt/21st Infantry Div. has fallen in his line of duty. Kindest regards, E. Richards, Comm.Sgt.Maj Publ. Communications [handwritten addition to the back of the letter, hastily added] I have family in Mayburgh, and I know that the twelve-leaf marigold is native to the Kinschmidt valley. Plesae accept this dryed marigold as a token of my sympathy. Those who came before us Left behind there hearts If not in flesh Then in spirit Thos we lost too soon Leave behind a shadow In our vailing hearts For all the time we failed to share Those who come to follow When to durst we turned Will fondly speak our names Even in a hundret years.

Literature

Echoes of a Shattered Soul

Sit with me here, in the silence that has no companion. Feel the hollow in your chest, where warmth once lived, now a cavern echoing your own absence. Your soul trembles, fragmented, each shard reflecting a part of a life that no longer fits together. The world outside moves with careless joy, unaware of the storm inside you. You reach for connection, but your hands close on nothing. Voices around you blur into white noise, laughter bounces off invisible walls, and you are left with your own reflection....cracked, uneven, bleeding. Every memory of love or trust becomes a phantom that mocks you; every hope that once flickered is now a candle guttering in a windless room. Pain is no longer an event...it is the air you breathe. It wraps around your spirit like a shroud. You feel the weight of your own existence pressing down, pressing down until the bones of your soul ache. Every heartbeat is a reminder: you are here, and yet you are nowhere. And in this void, you are forced to meet

Literature

A home of my own

If there were no Those arms of yours, I would not have a place of my own, The one I call home. I would yearn for safety and warmth, Not knowing what it's like to be Held, As if I am not just my broken pieces, I am entire, I am whole. I would wonder what it's like when someone embraces you Strong enough to keep your fragments in one place, Yet careful enough not to worsen the damage any further. I would weep and curse the fates that kept me away from this one home of my own. And the fates would bow and break due to all the weight of my words, my pleas, my tears. I deserved you, the fates knew. How would they ever part me from you? None would dare! And for that, I humbly thank them. Now they prosper for all the words of gratitude I have. They have given me you. A home of my own. I. L. @Iviwrites

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Disarming the Warrior 5: Awareness

Disarming the Warrior Chapter 10

Wren's dark moment

Wren finally accepts kindness

Wren Update

The Destroyer : 1

The Destroyer : 65

The Destroyer : 69

Moving In - Part 11

The Human Variable - Chapter 1.1

The Perfect Night

The I. A. (infinite alien) pregnancy

School's Out Forever

The time we failed to share

Echoes of a Shattered Soul

A home of my own

The One Who Stayed

Annas Weight Journey

A Big Twist In Life - Part 6

Disarming the Warrior Chapter 11

Disarming the Warrior 5: Awareness

Disarming the Warrior Chapter 10

Wren's dark moment

Wren finally accepts kindness

Wren Update

The Destroyer : 1

The Destroyer : 65

The Destroyer : 69

Moving In - Part 11

The Human Variable - Chapter 1.1

The Perfect Night

The I. A. (infinite alien) pregnancy

School's Out Forever

The time we failed to share

Echoes of a Shattered Soul

A home of my own

My 12th nebula

Description

The One Who Stayed

Annas Weight Journey

A Big Twist In Life - Part 6

Disarming the Warrior Chapter 11

Disarming the Warrior 5: Awareness

Disarming the Warrior Chapter 10

Wren's dark moment

Wren finally accepts kindness

Wren Update

The Destroyer : 1

The Destroyer : 65

The Destroyer : 69

Moving In - Part 11

The Human Variable - Chapter 1.1

The Perfect Night

The I. A. (infinite alien) pregnancy

School's Out Forever

The time we failed to share

Echoes of a Shattered Soul

A home of my own