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Weekly Contest #314
Her eyes burst open. Her pupils grow in the dark. Beads, no pools, of sweat were sitting in reservoirs above her brows. Her cheeks are red, her neck is red, her chest is red. Her sheets are on the floor.She turns towards her nightstand and reaches for a glass of water. She downs it so fast it is as if she opened her throat like a pelican. She sets the empty glass back on the table. She sifts her ass around a wet stain on the bed. She shimmies towards the end of the bed, sets her feet on the carpet, and pushes her weight off the bed and onto ...
Weekly Contest #41
She reached out to Julie, her spine curling up when she saw her potential new friend, her speckled brown and orange fur expanding as she stretched back legs to the front, her somber blue eyes lifting from her downwards gaze. She rubbed her back against Julie through the bars. They seemed to belong together. “Who’s going to go home today?”Her plastered cat smile seemed to have lifted somehow. She let out a soft mew as she was pet softly from the top of her nose to the damp bottom through the confining cage. “Nutmeg, huh?” Juli...
Weekly Contest #33
Goddammit Steph, you did it again. You woke up. First huge mistake. And I know that you’re going to interrupt me with No, you're a newlywed woman with dreams and a beautiful job and- just stop. I know I have things to be grateful for but I’m not in the mood for gratitude. My whole life feels like an episode of “Grey’s Anatomy” but that doesn't sound too bad stop- but they all fall in love in the end- what did I tell you? Stop interrupting my story. Everything is happening at once, I wake up, my back is sore, my hair is a mess, my shoes were ...
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