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S.P.U.G.
"So, I welcome you to our first meeting of S.P.U.G and I am grateful that so many of you have made it here tonight on what is a beautiful, rainy and moist night."
Rachel DeemingPublished about 3 hours ago in FictionTHE RELIGIOUS PROSTITUTE
In the bustling town of Sapa, where the streets were lined with neon lights and the air thick with the scent of cheap perfume, there lived a most peculiar resident - Sister Blessing, the religious prostitute.
Happy ThompsonPublished about 20 hours ago in FictionTHE ARROGANT PREGNANT CAT
Once upon a time, in the delightful town of Happy Town, there resided a cat named Duchess. She was no ordinary feline; Duchess was a regal Persian cat with a penchant for all things lavish and luxurious. Her days were filled with lounging in the sun, dining on the finest delicacies, and being attended to by her loyal servant, Mr. Whiskers.
Happy ThompsonPublished about 21 hours ago in FictionWhat Happens in Vegas...
Alexandra sipped her mocktail. The bartender made it look just like the real thing without any questions, and she appreciated that. Thank God her morning sickness blended in seamlessly with the rest of the hungover cadre.
Matthew FrommPublished about 23 hours ago in Fiction132 Irritation
Pearls are from irritation. Ask any oyster. Or when any guest outlasted their welcome. And I'm irritated. The irony is that while I use this concentric-layered aragonite and calcite to sequester my irritation, it just happens to be on the end of a pistol. To settle my discontent that began small as a grain. That milky white irony is now firmly within my grasp: purposeful, 45-calibred, and well-aimed. It is an iron-clad clasp that is clammy and sweaty.
Gerard DiLeoPublished about 24 hours ago in FictionBrilliant Shell
Please note that this should be May 10th, 131/366 which I've put at the end of this but not at the beginning. My head is not in the game. I blame Rachel Deeming.
Rachel DeemingPublished a day ago in FictionSilver Tears
They were so close. The pass was so close. They only had to make it a little farther and they’d be safe. Rowyn leaned over Kharag’s scaly back, urging him onwards. She could feel the exhaustion in the uneven beat of his wings, and her heart broke for him. He was too young to be flying so far and resting so little. But with the huntsmen at their backs, she couldn’t sacrifice precious time to change mounts to one of the other three dragons.
M. A. MehanPublished a day ago in FictionInsane Conspiracy Theories That Turned Out to be True
The Internet age with social media spreading information fast and wide become the platform of what could be called the boom period of conspiracy theories. Yet what might actually be the truth is usually misleading. It is drowned underneath a hill of lies. So, before you fall down the rabbit hole, let's debunk a few myths: Indeed, Micheal Jackson, Elvis Presley and Tupac are deceased. Wayfair also does not have anything to do with human trafficking and the belief that lizard people run the world is baseless. Still, there are some conspiracy theories with the truth as an outcome, and they are the most mind-boggling of all.
Amine OubihPublished a day ago in FictionDr Psycho
Some say I've got a God complex. That I'm narcissistic. I am better than a lot of other people. Egotistical, maybe, but true. I'm the best in my field. Things that bother other people don't bother me. Blood for instance. OK, not many surgeons mind that, so not the best example.
L.C. SchäferPublished a day ago in FictionPending Cancellation
Oh no, this can’t be happening. I promptly burst into tears. I reached over, touching Pamela’s forehead again as she lay sleeping fitfully. It was hot to the touch. Pamela has fallen sick at the worst possible moment.
Colleen MillsteedPublished a day ago in FictionOver And Over Again
“Honey, it’s not a good idea to go to the park, it’s too hot outside. Let’s go this evening when it cools down.” But Andy wasn’t having it. In his five year old mind, it was the perfect time to go to the park and he persisted until Mum gave in.
Colleen MillsteedPublished a day ago in FictionThink Before You Fling
“You b.i.t.c.h, why’d you pick my husband? You’ll regret ever crossing me,” Alana screamed. Tisha sat quivering in the corner, tears cascading down her face, utterly confused. “I, I, I, I……….you’ve got it wrong.”
Colleen MillsteedPublished 2 days ago in Fiction