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You weren't ready to face him. Your legs were shaking, your teeth clattered, and you had goosebumps. You slowly walked towards him. You seemed frightened and sick. It was as if the small cubicle he had us in was spinning. The air was escaping your body, and you tried to bring it back in by taking deep breaths. One of the girls pulled your arm to guide you in his direction. You almost fell because of it, but he grabbed you and pulled you close. You tried to look away; you tried to escape this horrifying world, even for a second. But he r...
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The sun was coming through the window; its light rested gently on your face, accentuating your beauty Olivia. You were still asleep, and I could hear your soft breath, it was like a faint buzz in the background. My eyes traveled through your body. Your light brown hair was carelessly lying on the fluffy pillow; clear white skin followed it. Your exposed chest was rising with every breath. Your plump breasts with lively pink nipples stared at me. My blanket covered the rest of your naked body. I replayed last night, your touch, your moa...
Submitted to Contest #46
I sat on my old rugged chair, full of thoughts, they buzzed in my head like bees, never slowing down. I just needed to write something down, anything really, but inspiration was not on my side. I looked across the room, the table and chairs staring back as if they pitied me. Since my wife's death, the house had been so quiet. It broke my heart; I cried every night before going to bed. After remembering her death, a pang of sadness came over me like a dark blanket protecting me from the world, but hurting me at the same time. Suddenly, I hear...
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