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Submitted to Contest #99
I was just joking. I didn’t think the fucker would actually show me his hot wheels collection. Also, who keeps their hot wheel collection on their yacht? This guy is a billionaire and I have no idea how. Regardless, I’m trapped in a sex dungeon on a moving boat with no idea how to get out. There is a deeper explanation to how I got there. My friends and I got invited to a who’s who of Hollywood party due to my ability to make friends. I have no intention of ever being an actor, director, or writer. I just love to be around it, and apparently...
Submitted to Contest #98
Momma thinks we all pack our things and go to Niagara Falls every year for July 4th just because we love her. Not saying I don’t love her. After all I still call her momma. But there’s no way in hell I’d drive my ass all the way up here from Wilmington North Carolina just to see my family and some water fall I’ve seen annually since my senior trip of high school. The same goes for my two sisters. My dad thinks we drive up here to make her happy, and also because he secretly loves us. I don’t like regurgitating basic family dynamics to people...
Submitted to Contest #97
This isn’t a safe space for me anymore. I feel overdramatic every time I enter my room now because a high school relationship shouldn’t mean this much. My high school friends shouldn’t mean this much. Yet every time I walk in here I’m reminded about how my beautiful girlfriend broke up with me before college and all my friends chose her. Why do I feel overdramatic for caring about having a girlfriend and friends that don’t even want me? It’s time to get out of this town, to get out of this room. My head hurts from how loud my Greta Van Fleet...
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