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Polk High
Views: 10,692
A Tale of Laughs
Views: 9,044
That Funny Feeling
Views: 14,925
A Cheeky Intrusion
Views: 12,783
Ya Lose, Ya Food
Views: 20,465
Breakfast in Bed
Views: 27,530
A Jiggly Early Retirement
Views: 21,605
One Hell of A Comic Con
Views: 24,362
Stuffed with Talent
Views: 9,477
Devious Evil
Views: 7,158
Small Vignettes
Views: 22,592
Hundreds of screaming faces coalesced into a blur calling for blood. Chants, gnashing mouths, stomps, all merged together bounced off the outer walls of the arena, reverberating back into itself. The only thing breaking the crazed mass was a platform of several faces that were more horrifying to look at. Each face on that platform was calm, yet focused, unlike the angry mob circling them. The mob could be ignored as a mess of noise, but the quiet threat of the calm faces struck more fear into th
A Royal Pain in the Ass
Views: 6,053
What's A Hungry Mom To Do?
Views: 15,672
“Oh my god, they are so cute.” Caroline learned forward on the counter, beaming down on the phone. Several photos of the babies flashed before her eyes. The cutest photo of newborn Ashe giving big googly eyes at the camera, little Monica in another one burping. Each and every one of Autumn’s children made Caroline squeal in joy. Her face was as bright red as a cherry, her hair was a tangled mess of fiery orange from all the times she brushed her hair back, her freckly face was
A Lovley Train Ride
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Car rides always made the siblings tired, but plane rides were another thing entirely. All three of them were beaten half to death after their trip to Sweden like they had been strapped to the plane itself and pelted with rocks as they flew. James was sprawled out on the empty chairs next to him, Monica and Ashe were both across from him on their phones, talking amongst themselves. They had landed in Philly, their plane picking up people going to LA. It was a brutal ride, but an empty one. They
Baby On Board
Views: 9,211
Shakira woke up to a woman yelling, rattling metal bars, and a cold surface underneath her. Her eyes were groggy and slow to open, feeling like they had weights attached. A foggy body rested in front of her. It was slumped against the ropes, with metal bars behind it. Shakira leaned up and looked around her, seeing several more bodies around her. "Where the hell am I?" she said, looking to the right. Her eyes focused and the sleep drained away slowly. "You're in a wrestling
Battle Vorale
Views: 7,336
Kit had a computer a while ago that he reminded himself of. Slow, sluggish, strained by even just turning on. Horrific noises that sounded like dying breathing pouring out of it like steam out of a pressure cooker. It rattled and shook, seizing like it was seconds away from keeling over. Yet, like that computer, Kit found a way to get the job done. Lena was cooing and moaning, curling her legs around his waist like a tightening vice. She picked her belly up, her chest clutching and compressing i
The Queen and the Bastard
Views: 10,412
Overhead, a light guitar chimed over the mummers of the crowd. Faint sounds of espresso machines pushing out steam, cars pulling in and out in the lot, the smell of ground up coffee beans being cooked off. Such pleasant things to read hate to. Natalie sifted through reviews on RottenTomatoes, looking at all the little cretins who spewed shit about her newest performance. Most of the reviews were fine, almost all positive reviews truth be told, but those negative ones were grating on her. Disaste
Career Building
Views: 8,908