writing
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His Basement
(This is part one of a three-part series that is currently still being written. Unlike the other shorts, this series includes more than just violent sex scenes. This is my most elaborate work as of yet. Enjoy.) Then: I’d known I had a stalker for weeks. And though I tried my best to placate my… Continue reading
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The Willing Victim
Fuck. There’s fear. Bone chilling, electrifying fear. And something else I don’t have time to process. My eyes widen as the recognition hits me, earning a whole new wave of fear which sinks deep into me. He’s actually crazy. Not a little crazy like calls my phone countless times, no, he’s actually fucking crazy. And… Continue reading
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Little Miss Cheerleader
My footsteps are hurried on the quiet concrete sidewalk as I race my tired body home. For the past 6 days, I have pushed my body to its limits with brutal, long hours at practice. My throat feels raw and strained as I try to breathe the late autumn air, pushing clouds of air out… Continue reading
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Tell Me More…
“Let’s talk about some of these fantasies you mentioned earlier” “My darker fantasies…?” “Yes, those ones.” “Right.” I took a large gulp to try and clear my throat that felt too small for air. I shifted my fingers in my lap and brought my eyes back up to those waiting across from me. His warm… Continue reading
The Fallen Angel 