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She Felt As If She Attained Perfection
Do you know what’s in it?" Steve put his hand on her shoulder. Rooney’s heart started beating like a bellow. Perhaps Steve was going to say what she had been thinking in her mind before going to sleep alone at night. Perhaps inside this envelope is a letter that Steve has secretly written for her, only for her. It was as if Steve’s voice had gently stirred her bare ribs. She felt that the red and bluefish embroidered on the teakettle would jump and float in the air at any moment. And either Steve would understand everything, or I would hide nothing from him. -
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Steps to be a seducer
Cover made in Canva
Is it wrong to love any woman?
Is it wrong to like them short, tall, redheads or brunettes?
Is it wrong that my favorites are the submissive ones, the ones trapped in a rut, those chrysalises that just need a push to get out of the cocoon? Is it wrong that I encourage them to realize their femininity? -
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He intensified the beats and I was like a puppet to his puppeteer. It felt like the audience had disappeared and the stage was ours. My heart racing, the bunch of beads on my waist splattering on to ground and the sound of his last beat at the same time was a cacophony I would never forget. -
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Dusty stars
Mikaél always viewed himself as a patient person that only took decisions after carefully contemplating it but the mirages he saw on the second day of his journey made him act erratically, running towards the seeming oasis that always turned out false. He had exhausted a lot of energy in those runs which had eventually sipped out a little more of his hope.-
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NATASHA SABINSKI
As she walked to the stage people laughed and make gestures at her which embarrassed her, she wanted the ground to swallow her and for the first time ever Natasha hated herself because of her size.
She climbed to the stage with her head bowed, the judges asked her to raise her head and answer her questions, she managed to raise her head and before she could control herself tears flowed down freely from her eyes.-
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The Flower Stalker
Rusty looked behind, he looked left, then right, but there was no one else to be seen. He felt a cold dread infuse his bones.
“What can I do for you?” He sprouted, without knowing why.
She looked at him with dark, fathomless eyes.
“Why don’t you bring me flowers anymore, my love, why?”
Rusty felt her insanity grip him, he felt her pain ride straight through his heart. -
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One day Seashellu needed a new kitchen light and worked up the courage to ask Kaden to drive her to the nearest supermarket, and Kaden agreed eagerly. Kaden loved talking, and was quite eager to tell Seashellu about all the stores around town, all the places to hang out, and common stuff Martians did. Kaden knew how to play the bass guitar, and he even told Seashellu how to play it a bit. Kaden taught her how to speak Martianeese, the old language, and told her lots about how to cook classic Martian dishes. -
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