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Somewhere, on a rutted, nearly impassible back road in rural Monroe, Connecticut, stands what locals call the House of the Faceless People. This ancient farmhouse is enclosed within a forest of gnarled, bent, and bony-looking trees, and all of its windows are boarded up. If visited at night, the house will be entirely dark. However, on certain occasions a dim kerosene lamp can be seen through the slats covering one of the windows. This, it is said, is the caretaker's room. He's an old man who oversees the faceless ones. Though he is occasionally spotted working around the yard or chasing away cars that pass by too slowly, his faceless charges remain nothing but a mystery. Some believe the house's inhabitants are the fabled Melonheads, however, no one truly knows who, or what, can be found inside the House of the Faceless People…

There's No Reason to Be Afraid By Reddit user by whoeverfightsmonster ~ When my sister Betsy and I were kids, our family lived for awhile in a charming old farmhouse. We loved exploring its dusty corners and climbing the apple tree in the backyard. But our favorite thing was the ghost. We called her Mother, because she seemed so kind and nurturing. Some mornings Betsy and I would wake up, and on each of our nightstands, we'd find a cup that hadn't been there the night before. Mother had left them there, worried that we'd get thirsty during the night. She just wanted to take care of us. Among the house's original furnishings was an antique wooden chair, which we kept against the back wall of the living room. Whenever we were preoccupied, watching TV or playing a game, Mother would inch that chair forward, across the room, toward us. Sometimes she'd manage to move it all the way to the center of the room. We always felt sad putting it back against the wall. Mother just wanted to be near us. Years later, long after we'd moved out, I found an old newspaper article about the farmhouse's original occupant, a widow. She'd murdered her two children by giving them each a cup of poisoned milk before bed. Then she'd hanged herself. The article included a photo of the farmhouse's living room, with a woman's body hanging from a beam. Beneath her, knocked over, was that old wooden chair, placed exactly in the center of the room.

Dropping some school related drama . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Okay so, i was going into the girls bathroom the other day and i legit saw a megamind shrine. A FRICKING- like there was a blue balloon on it was a pic of megamind, and around it was blue jewellery and stuff nah but seriously two girls SKIPPED school to watch over the shrine my school is a psych ward at this point (╥﹏╥)

BRO WHO THE FUCK MADE AN INC3ST N0NC0N SMUT FANFIC WITH THEIR OCS ON HERE I WAS JUST TRYING TO FIND A BIO YALL CHILL TF OUT AND KEEP THAT IN UR NOTES 💀😭

any pinterest whisper girlies here?? ₊˚⊹♡

hii @.mars :3 ur smut was great ! pt2 as soon as u can? keep up the good work xo luv , .peach . 🍑 ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

📖-`♡´-⋆˚࿔ 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The clown statue A couple with children were trying out a new babysitter. About an hour after they left for a night on the town, they realized they had forgotten to give her their cell phone number, so one of them called her. After she wrote down the number, the babysitter asked if she could watch satellite TV in their bedroom. She had just put the children to bed and wanted to watch a particular show. (The parents didn't want their children watching too much garbage, so the living room TV did not have satellite channels.) Well of course she could watch TV in their room, they replied. The babysitter had one other request: could she put a sheet or blanket over the clown statue that was in the bedroom? It kind of made her nervous. "Take the children and go to the neighbors," said the parent. "We don't have a clown statue, we'll call the police." The police caught the clown as he was running through the neighborhood.

CRYBABY Late last night I woke up to the sound of someone crying. It was an eerie sound, and surprisingly loud as well. Although I wanted to get up and go check it out, I was a bit scared and tired so l ignored it by hiding under the covers. Today at breakfast I told my roommate about it. "That was me." She replied with a tone of fear in her voice. What a relief, I thought. "I was crying because I saw a... a thing watching you while you were asleep." @Death.and.Terror

When / was younger, my uncle John was going through a divorce. He came round to our house to get some advice from my parents and at one point said he could feel the energy of two children, a boy and a girl, in one corner of the room. Soon after, four year old me walks into the room and I said "The children woke me up." My folks asked what children, so I point to the same corner uncle john mentioned and say "Those children" and everyone went pale and quiet. - cocgamer

Thump, Thump, Drag A teenage baby-sitter put the kids she was watching to sleep in their beds and went back downstairs. The late night news was on the TV, the reporter said a psychopath from a local mental institution was on the loose and that police thought he might be in the area. He cautioned residents to lock their doors and windows because this guy was very, very dangerous. Well, the teenager checked the locks on the windows and the doors, but she forgot the door on the cellar bulkhead. Later that night, the children heard some noises downstairs, but thought it was the baby-sitter moving some furniture around. Then it got real quiet. All they heard for the remainder of the night was this noise: "Thump! Thump! Dra-aag... Thump! Thump! Dra-aag..." Evidently, they were too afraid to get up to see what it was. In the morning, their parents came home and were horrified to find the babysitter at the top of the stairs, dead with both arms hacked off at the elbows. She'd been climbing the stairs on the bloody stubs of her arms, pulling her badly injured body along. www.facebook.com/strngeworld

Kept In Dark "I'm worried about myself," Nick said. "Maybe you should be," I told him. "Can't we turn on some lights?" "Not yet." Sometimes it's hard to tell when a friend is joking. But Nick had sounded truly nervous when he asked me to come over this afternoon, so I decided to take him seriously. "What's got you freaked out?" "I've been having dark thoughts lately." "Everyone has dark thoughts." "Not like these. They're sick, man. I don't know where they come from." "Horror movies?" "No, I don't watch those. But I've... I've also been having these crazy dreams. Really vivid. Like, apocalyptic, with demons. I'm afraid to sleep." "You have been looking kind of washed out lately," | admitted. "Maybe see a doctor?" "Wouldn't help." "Why not?" "Because there's more to it. That's why I called. I need you to tell me if you see it, too." "See what?" Nick stood up and walked to his window, where the sun glowed faintly behind cheap venetian blinds. He pointed at the floor. "Watch that spot. Right there." "The carpet?" "Just watch. Please." "Fine." The carpet looked normal, not even a stain. Then I heard Nick take a deep breath, followed by the clacking blinds as he pulled the cord to expose the sunlight. "Jeez!" I cried, yanking my feet off the ground as a dark shape came slithering forward. It disappeared directly under the couch where I sat. "Oh gosh," Nick moaned. "You saw it." "That's... impossible. Was that really your...?" "Yeah," he nodded miserably. "I've heard of being afraid of your own shadow, but why is mine scared of me? What does it know? by IPostAtMidnight

Please no d£ath threats to ppl who make fanfic thx and have a nice day

you guys are being so delusional rn . i'm js trying to find some emojis and I see a war going on this random ass website . you guys are immature and weird tbh . all i see at this point are free palestine protests and ppl fighting over absolutely NOTHING . saying "FREE PALESTINE" won't do anything . you think we'll look at your post and say "omg! i have to do something! i must donate and really make a difference!" ? NO ! They won't . i js know . now stop being hypocrites and actually be peaceful for one ? lemme find stray kids combos in peace .

~ roommate - .peach smut story 🍂 : smvt / prn / 13+ : [ context : u and noah have been bsfs for the past 5 years, u both are rlly close and even tho hes usually mean/cold to others, he has a soft spot for u, ofc. its only since the beginning of ur first year at college, when u guys agreed to be roommates, that u started to have feelings for him. ] its a crisp autumn morning, and ur in ur apartment, curled up on the couch under a ghost blanket, with the fireplace crackling, a bowl of pumpkin muffins beside u, ur pjs still on, and a good book sprawled across ur lap. ur not rlly sure where noah is, probably still sleeping in the other room, considering its only 9:00 on a saturday morning. you flip thru the pages of ur book, getting to a spicy part. ur embarrassed to admit to urself that ur getting wet, and you pull back the blanket and slip down ur pj bottoms to reveal a wet spot on ur red thong. ur eyes flutter as u continue reading, and without looking down, u take one hand and slip ur thong down slightly, teasing ur entrance with ur finger and rubbing ur outer lips. you squirm & sigh in pleasure, before inserting half ur finger in, making u gasp. but tbh, its nothing new. youve done this to urself alot, but rlly, the only thing u want is something- someone- else filling up your needy pussy. you put ur whole finger in, then another, making u let out a little moan. you scissor inside urself and pump ur fingers in and out, ur eyes fluttering back in delight. "y/n, i gotta say, even for you, this is hot.." a voice says from behind the couch. you take your fingers out and whip around to see noah standing behind you, in his pjs and his brown hair all messy from sleeping. you flush pink, embarrassed. ur not rlly sure how to feel, embarrassed, turned on, or offended by that little comment. u decide to go with all three, but mostly offended. "what do you mean by 'even for me??'" you snap. noah smirks. "chill, y/n. im just messing w u. he leans down and runs his hand through ur hair. "why dont you keep going? just bc im here doesnt mean u need to stop." you meet his eyes, blushing and unsure. "i-.." you start, before he cuts you off. "unless... you need someone to do it for you." he grins slyly. "uhm.." you begin, but he places a finger on ur lips and climbs over the couch to sit next to u. he slips off ur thong fully, revealing a wet, pink, juicy pussy. "we wont be needing this.." he says, tossing your thong aside. you blush intensely and pinch urself on ur inner thigh just to make sure this isnt a dream. he locks eyes w you before leaning into you and placing a finger on ur chin, dragging ur face towards his and locking his lips onto urs. you exhale and kiss him back, his hands running down ur body, exploring every dip and curve in your perfect hourglass shaped figure. the kisses turn into a makeout, getting more aggressive and passionate. he wraps his hands around your waist and hoists u on his lap so ur facing him, still kissing you. you can feel his rock hard dick buldging thru his pants by ur ass. you let out a little moan as he begins to kiss ur neck, then taking off ur shirt and bra to expose ur big, juicy titties, pink and full. he starts to rub them, biting ur nipple and giving you hickeys on the sides of ur breasts~... you squeeze ur eyes shut and moan softly. this only turns him on more. his hands find their way down to your pussy, where he begins to rub the outer part in circles gradually getting faster and faster. he plays with your outer lips before shoving two fingers inside, making you inhale sharply in desire. he fucks you with his fingers, hitting all your sweet spots as drips of wetness slip out of your tight pussy but yet, you want even more. your hands slide down to the buldge in his pants and he lets out a soft gasp, his fingers still inside ur pussy as he locks eyes w you. "you sure?" he asks. you nod. "im sure." "m-kay princess.." he smirks and moves you beside him as he takes his fingers out, licking ur juices off his hands before taking off his pajama bottoms and boxers, revealing a 6 inch long, thick cock. you get even more wet and turned on as he begins stroking it, and you cant wait any longer. you climb onto his lap, facing him, and sit on his dick, it goes inside your pink pussy and you moan in pleasure. he groans and smirks. "someone's eager..~" he whispers softly. you begin to bounce up and down on his lap, his dick thrusting inside you and precum filling up your pussy. you make little moans and whimpers as you bounce faster, and noah lets out a tiny moan too, he's clearly enjoying this as much as you. he wraps his hands around ur waist and helps u bounce up and down, even faster, filling u up with cum~ u moan and whimper~ "fuckk.." he inhales, running his hands down ur body. cum flows out of ur pussy, making you embarrassed. noah sees u. "its alr.." he whispers, kissing u as you bounce up and down, before getting exhausted and pulling his dick out of ur pussy, cum dripping out, breathing heavy. you curl up against noah, ur naked body exhausted n ur pussy sore. he wraps his arms around u and holds u tight. "you did so good~" he says gently. you smile and nod at the praise, still out of breath. "that- was amazing..~" you sigh. "im glad." he whispers. the rest of the day consists of cuddles, movie marathons, and snacks <3 - luv, peach . <3 discord : angvlrss search *.peach* for more!!

ʰᵉʸ.... ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵘˢᵗ'ᵛᵉ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ʰᵒʳʳⁱᵇˡᵉ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ, ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ʳᵉᵐᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵒᵛᵉ ᵒⁿ, ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜˡⁱᶜᵏ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵃᵍ '' ᶜᵘᵗⁱᵉʳᵒⁱ ,, ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᵃ ᵇⁱᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ ᵘ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ʰᵉˡᵖᶠᵘˡ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ.. ʰᵒᵖᵉᶠᵘˡˡʸ ᵘ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ..

"Hey, you know what we should do?" The sudden suggestion broke the comfortable silence of the afternoon. 2, A host at the local cafe, had just finished getting some tea from their favourite cafe. "What's that, dear?" 2 inquired with a quaint British lilt to their voice. They had always been a curious number, eager to learn and experience new things. The speaker was a contestant, Gaty to be exact, with a wild imagination, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Let's throw a surprise party for the other algebralians!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling over with enthusiasm. 2's heart skipped a beat. A party? For the others? The equation playground was usually quite orderly, a place where numbers and variables frolicked in predictable patterns. But a party? That sounded like a delightful chaos, a celebration of unity and difference. 2's mind raced through the possibilities. They had always loved baking, a hobby that had grown into a well-known talent among people. "What a splendid idea, Gaty!" they said, their eyes lighting up with the thrill of a new challenge. "But where should we hold it?" Gaty's grin grew wider. "How about the forsest?" 2's eyes widened. The forest was a relic from the early days of the playground, a tangled mess of branches and equations long forgotten by most. It was the perfect venue for a party, a place that hadn't seen joy in a long time. "The Forest!" 2 repeated, the excitement baking a warmth into their voice. "That's a brilliant idea!" They quickly set to work, planning every detail meticulously. The invitations were handcrafted, each one a miniature masterpiece of algebra art, with delicate x's and y's intertwined with loops and swirls. The guest list grew as they thought of everyone they wanted to invite: the integers, the variable, X, Irrationals, and even the constants! They decided to keep the theme a secret, among the guests. The day of the party arrived, and 2 could barely contain their excitement. They spent the morning baking a series of numerical treats: pi-themed pies, square root cookies, and a grand cake in the shape of the Fibonacci spiral. The scent of sugar and spices filled the air, and the warmth of the oven was a comforting embrace. They decorated the forest with streamers of polynomial functions and balloons that spelled out 'Happy Equation Day!' in binary. As the sun began to set, casting a soft glow over the playground, the guests started to arrive. The chatter grew louder as numbers and Irrationals mingled, sharing stories and laughter. The algebralians looked around in amazement at the transformation of the once-Normal space. The party was in full swing, and 2 couldn't have been happier. They flitted from group to group, ensuring everyone had a cup of tea and a slice of pi, their laughter echoing through the branches. An internal conflict began to stir within 2, however. They realized that while they enjoyed bringing everyone together, they felt a strange loneliness in the midst of the celebration. They were a host, a number that didn't quite fit in with the others. But as they watched the joy on their friends' faces, they knew that this party was about more than just the thrill of a good time; it was about unity, acceptance. "Hey Two! Have you seen X? I need to ask them something." It was four! One of 2's frenimies, who was always looking for a good time but had a knack for missing the deeper meaning in life. "Oh, Four," 2 said, trying to keep the annoyance out of their voice. "X is probably by the punch bowl, I think I saw them with the Irrationals earlier." Four's eyes lit up. "Great, thanks!" They dashed off, leaving 2 to ponder over their own feelings. Despite the delightful chaos around them, 2 felt a pang of sadness. They had always been the one to bring everyone together, but never truly felt like they were a part of the equation. They looked around, trying to shake off the feeling, and noticed a group of constants standing together, whispering and pointing at them. 2 approached, their curiosity piqued. "What's going on?" 2 asked, trying to sound casual. The constants looked slightly embarrassed. "Oh, we were just talking about how amazing the party is," said one of them, Pin. "We're all so impressed with what you've done here." The others nodded in agreement, and 2 felt a warmth spread through them. "Thank you," they said, genuinely touched. "I just wanted everyone to feel welcome and happy." The conversation grew more intimate as the night went on, and the constants shared stories of their own struggles with fitting in. It dawned on 2 that everyone had their own battles, even numbers as steadfast as they were. The party had become a place where the algebralians could be themselves, free from the constraints of the playground's usual order. As the stars began to twinkle above, casting a glow over the forest, the music grew softer and the partygoers gathered around the bonfire. 2 stood in the center, their heart swelling with love and gratitude for their friends. They raised a toast, their voice carrying over the crackling fire. "To unity, to friendship, and to never forgetting that we are all a part of the same grand equation!" The algebralians cheered, raising their cups. 2 felt a sense of belonging wash over them. They were not just a host, they were a catalyst for change. They had brought the playground together in a way that transcended their own number, and in doing so, they had discovered a piece of themselves they never knew was missing. The party continued into the night, with stories, dances, and even a little algebra magic. 2 watched as the equations they had crafted grew more complex, the relationships between the guests evolving into something beautiful. It was a night that would be remembered for a long time, a night that had started with a simple idea but had turned into an unforgettable experience for all. And as the last guest left, 2 stood in the quiet forest, surrounded by the glow of a job well done, feeling more whole than ever before.

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eclipse - chapter one. credits: me and my sister. please don't hate, it's my first time ever writing a story fr fr. tell me if yes and tag me in the post. (hiii_happeygirl) idgaf if u repost this just pls give credit, as this took long to make. (i have adhd rlly bad and its hard for me to focus on a task for very long) I walk into the coffee shop with absolutely no idea of what is going to become of today. Will their bond become stronger? Will I be left alone to cry? I don’t know. It smells of coffee of course, and sugar cookies. Oliver and Lexi arrive a few minutes after me and hug when they get behind the counter. I set my space up and start making a batch of cookies so we’re prepared to start the day. Baking cookies was a hobby of mine, and to make it even better, it took the thought of Lexi and Oliver off my mind. Oliver approaches me with a smirk on his face. “Hey,” he says. I take my airpods out and look into his eyes. I stand there and admire them for a little bit. “Maddie?” he asks again. “Yeah?” “Um… just wanted to ask if you wanted to go to our one-month anniversary celebration.” “Oh,” I turn around and stir my cookie dough. “sure!” He turns around and looks over my shoulder at the cookie dough I’ve made. “Here,” Oliver hands me an envelope that looks stuffed. I put on a fake smile and open it. Inside, there’s no invitation to a celebration. It’s a card. Handmade. “L O V E you! XOXO, Oliver” it reads. This is a prank, I tell myself. Looking into his eyes, I can tell he’s nervous. I don’t say anything and move on to the next thing in the envelope. A 25-dollar gift card to a spa. I can feel myself smiling. The last thing in there is a small bag of Hershey bars, my favorite candy. He sees that I’ve found everything he put in the envelope. “That’s what I got for Lexi. Is it good?” he finally says. A look of disgust forms on my face. I slap his shoulder and walk out of the coffee shop. I walk all the way home. “You fvck!ng b!+ch!” I scream when I get inside my house. Lexi is an exact copy of me. She has brown hair like me, blue eyes like me, and likes the same movies and candy as me. The only thing I ever was to him was his type. I should have known that the envelope wasn’t for me. Nothing good is ever for me. It then hits me. I haven’t experienced any happiness since the day me and Oliver broke up. I wait to cry until I’m in my bed.“Why can’t I be Lexi Brooks?!” I cry. I cry for hours. I cry until I can’t cry anymore. “What am I gonna do with my life?” I say while wiping my nose. Oliver texts me. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I didn’t know you would be upset about it like that. I had thought you moved on. Please forgive me. I don’t want things to be awkward. You’re still a great friend to me. And you know what? Lexi broke up with me earlier. So we can be sad together.” “not in the mood 4 ur games rn” I text back. “I promise it’s not a trick. Please just forgive me, Maddie. I love you. I wanted to say that earlier. But I thought you were over me. Lexi was always rude and used me for the money. I didn’t have the courage to end things with her, so I stayed with her. Though I thought I didn’t like you anymore, I realized I still do. Maddie, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” “i swear its not funny oliver. i just want u 2 know im happy 4 u guys” “were not together anymore ily maddie pls just forgive me for everything” “fine! i wanna talk to u irl…come 2 my house and we can talk” “sure maddie :)” *** “Yeah!” I giggle. Oliver’s on the couch with me and we’re watching a movie. He glances at the empty bowl of m&ms and asks, “You want me to go get some more?” “Yeah, that’s fine! Thanks,” “No worries,” Oliver walks into the kitchen and I stay seated on the couch. I pause the movie and get up to fold the extra blankets. The room is dark except for the light coming from the TV. He finally walks back in with the bowl of m&ms and something else. “What’s that?” “It’s a gift card. You want it?” “Um, ok.” It’s the spa gift card from earlier. I smile as I put it in my pocket and unpause the movie. *** “Oliver?” I whisper. It’s 11:35 pm. He doesn’t answer. I brush his brown fluffy hair out of his face and cover him up with a blanket. I don’t know if I can forget everything that happened, but I’m starting to forgive Oliver. The TV turned off because we hadn’t messed with it in a while, so it’s super dark. “Love you,” I whisper. He smiles. An actual, genuine smile. I can feel my face turn red. Oliver wasn’t asleep. You screwed up so bad. As I close the door to my bedroom, there’s a faint whisper. “Love you too,” *** You need to clean this up! I think to myself. My room is an absolute mess. There are wrappers, bowls, papers, and clothes all over the floor. I decide to clean it later, and instead get changed into my pajamas. I get my shirt off, and there’s a knock on my bedroom door. It’s Oliver, of course. “Hey, Maddie? Can I come in?” “Yes,” I wait a second. “Let me get a top back on,” “It’s fine if you don’t have one on.” “You’re drunk.” “I’m not, Maddie.” He’s right. He hasn’t had any alcohol tonight. “Well then, you’re crazy.” “Real crazy,” he says sarcastically. He knocks again. I give in and open the door. “D@mn, Oliver. What do you want?” I say in a half-annoyed voice. He stares at my chest in disbelief. “I didn’t think you would actually do that.” “Same,” I stare into his eyes and just… lose myself. It’s hard to explain. I grab his face and kiss him. He hugs me and kisses me back. *** The night ends with Oliver in my bed. Nothing spicy or anything like that. We’re talking about random stuff. I hold his hand and lie down. He stays sitting on the edge of my bed. “Your room’s a mess,” he says. “I know,” I laugh a little. “I need to clean it up.” I turn so my head is in his lap and I watch him. He looks at me and smiles, and we watch the show on the TV in my room. After about 20 minutes I just have to compliment his eyes. “I love your eyes so much,” I sigh. “They’re so pretty.” I smile as he plays with my hair. Oliver finally opens his mouth to say something. “I love your smile even more.” OK SO TELL ME IF U WANT A P2 AND TAG ME IN THE POST (hiii_happeygirl) SO I CAN SEE IT, ALSO REMEMBER TO USE A UNIQUE NAME SO I CAN TAG U IN THE P2 OK LOVE U GUYS AND REMEMBER IF U REPOST GIVE CREDITSSSSS 💞

( ╹ -╹)? 💌 📪 ________________________ 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒏, 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒕. ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 🏹💗 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚! 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌 ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა ________________________ (๑/////๑ " )💌 📪 EXTRA: ( //>///<//)🎀 yes… yes i do 💗 do.. you like me..? (o/////o " )🚗 (⸝⸝⸝>﹏<⸝⸝⸝) YESSSS would you like to go with me to the dance? (¬////¬) PART 2 ONLY IF YOU LIKE THIS SERIES NAME: LOVESTRUCK 💗💗 new episode each week! like for more ★ starflann!! 🎀🍮

✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧𝙈𝙮 𝘽𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙈𝙚✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧ ╭───────· · ୨୧ · · ────────╮ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽: ╰─────── · · ୨୧ · · ────────╯ ⠀⠀ ⠀:¨ ·.· ¨: ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ `· . ꔫ ╭──────────.★..──────────────────────────╮ ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ ⋆｡‧˚ʚ Name: 𝑲𝒂𝒊 ɞ˚‧｡⋆ જ⁀➴ Age: 𝟙𝟠 🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ Pronouns: 𝖍𝖊/𝖍𝖎𝖒 ✮˚.彡⋆｡˚ Height: 𝟝'𝟜" ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚.˳·˖✶✶˖·˳.๋࣭⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚.˳·˖✶✶˖·˳.๋࣭⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ˚₊‧꒰ა Name: 𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 {𝓡𝓳} ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ °❀⋆. Age: 𝟙𝟡 *･⋆.ೃ✧ Pronouns: 𝖍𝖊/𝖍𝖎𝖒 * ੈ✩‧₊˚ Height: 𝟞'𝟙" ⋆꙳·̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•❅*‧ ‧*❆ ₊⋆⋆꙳·̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚ ✂ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ ๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩ Name: 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 ✩⋆° ｡ ๋ ✧°⋆˚୨୧⋆｡ Age: 𝟙𝟟 ‧₊˚જ⁀➴๋࣭ ⭑๋࣭ ⭑ Pronouns: 𝖘𝖍𝖊/𝖍𝖊𝖗 𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ‧⊹♡☁️ Height: 𝟝'𝟚" ๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑‧˚₊꒷︶ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ⊹⋆ꖛ`ʬ۪꒰ Age: 𝟙𝟠꒰ʬ۪`ꖛ⋆⊹ ๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩ Pronouns: 𝖘𝖍𝖊/𝖍𝖊𝖗 ꒰ა ˚₊ ✧・Height: 𝟝'𝟛" ︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿ ╰─..★.───────────────────────────────────╯ ♡ ☆ .♡‧₊˚ 🌠 ╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮ ㅤ ╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮. ( ) ♡ ( )☆ ♡ ╰◟◞ ͜ ◟◞╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮ ͜ ◟◞╯♡ . ☆ ㅤㅤ( )☆ ♡ ♡ 　 ╰◟◞ ͜ ◟◞╯ . ☆ /) /) ପ(˶•-•˶)ଓ ~ If you want to view the story, please press the "M.B.I.I.W.M" tag /づ づ

yall i once stepped on a pufferfish and it exploded poison everywhere 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤯🤯🤯🤯

i saw people posting 13+ stories so here's mine!! you have a bully and his name is sam. he's tall, Asian, and muscular. today you and his got detention together. the teacher walked out of the classroom leaving you and him alone. he walks to your desk and hovers over it. he lifts your chin up and you look up with a disgusted face. "god. you're so beautiful." he says. you roll your eyes and you eye him up and down until you notice his c0ck bulging out. he sees that you've noticed so he locks the detention room door and picks you up. he puts you on the desk and yanks your clothes off. he shoves his finger inside of you. he quickly takes it in and out and you grip onto his shirt. he flips you on your stomach and thrusts his c0ck inside of you. he keeps on going while gripping your hair. he stops eventually and sits on a chair while putting you on his lap. he pulls out a v1brat0r and puts it in you on max. he squeezes ur t1t$ tightly and you bounce up and down on him. PT. 2???

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(¬_¬") no.. (—o— ᵕ) hey sis, can u help me find a dress for prom?.. (˙ ​-˙​) i cant sorry.. Ask [crush] (—o— ᵕ) bestie, pls help me!! ( 💭 (˶˃⤙˂˶) i cant do that!! but i have no other choice..) sure! ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა can u help me find a dress... ( 💭 (๑•̀ㅁ•́๑) he said yes?!!?!?!?!?) ( 💭 (≧ᗜ≦) im going to have a heart attack!!) ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! (—o— ᵕ) is this good? 👗🥼🧢 💕 (≧⤙≦) .. well (•́ -•̀๑'') if you dont like it, just say it (* °ヮ° *) no i love it!! (shes so pretty..) (-/////-) really? ( ^ ֊ ^„)♡ ..yes ( > 〰 < )♡ t-thanks!! the end!! give creds if use <3 search @astrocat! for more!!

𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

Hi guys it ShootingStar🩷 (First story)>> Role: 15 yo girl You get home from school and jump onto your comfy bed. Then pull out your phone only to scroll on TikTok like any other day. Suddenly you have a thought “I wonder what it’s like to have sex”… (you over heard some students talking about it at lunch) A few hours pass and it’s time for dinner. Mmmm roast beef, mashed potatoes and green beans. You're full from that delicious meal And you head back upstairs to your room to get ready for bed. You secretly ordered this sexy lace pajama set online just to feel good Abt yourself, so you put it on and take some selfies. Mom walks upstairs and you quickly cover yourself with a blanket so you won’t get In trouble. “Goodnight sweetheart”mom says by the door. She turned off my lights and went downstairs to bed. I drift away into sleep Until I feel a sharp pain in my neck and realized it was a needle. Struggling to get it out I feel dizzy, drowsy, and just like that I blacked out. PART TWO SOON <3 (More spiciness will be in part two fyi)

your a girl one day you apraoch school and walk into the bathroom and you enter a stall. Later when you get out you see a girl blushing at a boy,you dont think much of it though and continue the day. later, that same girl was at her lockers on her phone then she goes over to this boy with a smirk on her face. your wearing your reading glasses so you dont know who it is but you slowly take them off eager to find out who she was flirting with. your jaw drops as you Realize that she had been flirting with YOUR CRUSH!! whitch made you burst out in flames.out of nowhere you see her trying to kiss him, witch made you want to yell

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PART THREE OF MY FIRST STORY>>> ShootingStar😋 I moan loudly as his giant dick opens my pussy wide. He cums so much my vagina feels like it’s burning. “FASTER DADDY THIS ISNT FAST ENOUGH” even though it felt like he was thrusting 1000000 times per second I needed more. He decides to flip me over And we go into doggy style. All the cum stuck in my pussy starts pouring out and creates a huge puddle on the bed. Even more comes Out when he starts slapping my ass. I force him out of the pose and I take off my bra showing my juicy cherries. I can tell John was drooling Over the size of them. And at the speed of light he’s already rushed to suck them. I can feel milk wanting to come out and he sucks my nipple Like a baby, and all of it squirts out in his mouth. Some milk was spilling from the sides of his mouth, I couldn’t help it but moan and whimper In delight as the tickling sensation flowed all over my body. He jets up from my boob still in the middle of swallowing the last of the milk as he grabs My hips and forces me to do froggy pose. He gets on top of me and stick his dick up my ass. At first it hurt but I got used to it and bounced with him. He’s doing so good my eyes are watering and I start to drool. 🤤 I grip the bed sheets and try to stay on the bed because I was about to fall off. “DADDY I WANT YOUR DICK” I screamed not thinking. This time he obeyed me and we switched into pose 69. His dick was so long I couldn’t fit all of it Without choking. I moan to the sensation of his cold wet tongue exploring my pussy and sucking the lips. We go on in this pose for a long time before switching To another one. For a few more hours this goes on and we finally get a break to catch our breath. He wraps his jacket around me and goes upstairs from the basement To get some water and a sex toy for our next round. “Don’t go anywhere mommy” he says walking up the stair. I smile and sit there. So this is what sex feels like~ All of a sudden I come to my senses, as much as I loved doing this I still need to remember he dr*gged me and kidnapped me, is holding me captive in his basement, and sexually abused me. Multiple crimes. I realized that I was having sex with a criminal, I mean he could be planning to k!ll me or something. I scramble to put my clothes on and rummage through the room, Trying to find a way out of here. I spot something in the corner of the room that looks like it could be a PHONE!! I’ve never been this excited (except for when we had sex). Andddd of course there was a password :/. Typing some dumb codes like 1111 or 1234 I just thought it could possibly be his birthdate. With little hope I try and remember his birthday. Our school likes to announce birthdays of students daily in the mornings and lucky for me I remember his birthday was last Friday sep 6th! So I typed in 9609 and wouldn’t you know, it worked!! I didn’t hear any signs of hims coming back so I had a little time to call 911. And because he’s my neighbor I assumed this was his house and I knew his address so I had no problem describing everything. Now I did lie about one thing.. I actually enjoyed having sex with him but he also did other stuff to me that wasn’t cool so yeah. Anyways fast forward the cops came and arrested John. While he and the cops walked right past Me he whispered one thing to me “didn’t that feel good”… Guys ik there was a lot of stuff I could have fixed but I tried Tysm for reading I hope you continue to enjoy my stories😁 MORE COMING SOON~

PART TWO OF MY FIRST STORY~~ (Read part 1 or ur gonna be kinda lost) Suddenly you’re waken up by a strange figure. When your eyesight clears up a bit you realize you’re not home anymore, the surrounding area Appears to be some sort of basement, and the figure is your creepy neighbor, John. He goes to your school and share some of the same classes. You never really payed attention to him because hes a creep, but you’re starting to remember that he was the one talking about having sex At lunch. Oh god, the thought of you and him hooking up made you sick to your stomach. I mean he’s not the cutest guy but isn’t Quite ugly either. Whatever the point is you’re kidnapped by your creepy neighbor and don’t know what to do. You’re tied to a chair And have tape over your mouth, how terrifying is that! “I’ve been watching you in class, through my house windows, and your TikTok’s..” John whispered in your ear. First of all no one asked, second of all who does that- Fast forward turns out he’s a hacker, hacked your Photos and has access to your horny nude pics you take secretly. And he’ll post them all on your TikTok unless you give him what he wants, A taste of “love”… Squirming, you try to untie yourself from the chair thinking you’re actually doing something, but fail. He makes a deal with you. If you have sex with him he’ll have to untie you so at least you won’t have to feel too trapped. Slowly he takes off his shirt, not much of a six pack but it seems like he’s trying his best. Next his pants. You get a bit scared when he walks up to you and rips the duck tape off your mouth -ouch-, a bit hesitant he unties you, but all you Can do is stand there. John orders you to take off your pajamas and you obey. The look on his face disgusts you, but after all You’ve always wondered what having sex felt like (this is NOT what you wanted to happen on your first time). John moves quickly and Starts to French kiss you, and honestly he wasn’t that bad, he’d probably kidnapped other girls in the past. You had no choice but to Go with the flow and kiss him back sticking your tongue in his mouth, sharing spit and exploring mouths he slowly moves his hands down, Now exploring your body. He’s cups your cherries and pinches your nipples, and moves on down. He finally reaches to your panties And you get a bit nervous. “Don’t be scared, after all you don’t have much choice” John said eerily. Surprisingly there was a bed In the basement so he pushed me on laying on my back. He ripped his underwear off to show his hard 10 inch dick. Holy sh!y it was huge. Next he pulled off my panties showing my bulging wet pussy, “Hey what the fu-“, John shoves his dick in my mouth to shut me up. “Go on, suck it” I did for a while, and deep throated it, he groaned in pleasure. Cum spilled out of my mouth and I swallowed a lot of it. He pulled his dick out with force, widened my legs, and began to tease my pussy, brushing and stroking it with the tip of his dick (start rubbing your pussy slowly) By this time I was really turned on. I wanted him to put it inside already but he was just taking his sweet time. “Ugh put it in already” I exclaimed trying to hold in a moan. “Someone’s inpatient. Let’s just start slowly”. He then stopped and decided to finger me instead. He pushed my clit a bit harder and faster (rub faster and a bit harder). I moan in pleasure. He then pushes his fingers in pussy and rubs hard and fast (start to explore inside your pussy and rub faster). I can’t stop moaning. “Doesn’t this feel good” he asks. I say trembling “y-yeah”. He then orders me to call him daddy. I thought it was stupid but I was kind of starting to like this, so I obeyed him. He then pulled his fingers out dripping in cum but simply slurps it all up. “I think it’s time for a better experience” he smirked, pulled out his dick and shoved it in my pussy. Guys ik this story is long but I wrote so much it’s gonna mess things up if I delete some of this- PART THREE SOON

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It was one of those nights when the sky was so black that it seemed to be sucking in all the light around it, as if even the stars were afraid to shine. The wind howled like a hungry wolf, searching for something to devour. The air was cold and biting, making even the bravest of souls shiver uncontrollably. In the heart of this desolate landscape, a small figure shuffled along, her arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders in a futile attempt to ward off the icy chill. She was dressed in tattered rags, her once-white dress now stained and dirty from God knows how long she had been wandering. Her long, dark hair whipped wildly around her face, obscuring it from view. Her name was Lily, but that was all she could remember. She couldn't recall how she had ended up here, or where home was. All she knew was that she had to keep moving, to keep searching, in the hopes that she might find something - someone - who could help her. As she trudged through the desolate landscape, her bare feet aching with every step, she caught a glimpse of a faint light flickering in the distance. Her heart leaped with hope, and she redoubled her efforts to reach it. The light grew brighter as she approached, revealing itself to be a crackling fire, its warmth beckoning to her like a beacon. Lily drew closer, her weary body practically collapsing with relief as the heat enveloped her. Around the fire, she noticed a group of figures, their eyes gleaming with emotionless fury. They were dressed similarly to her mother, their robes embroidered with symbols of prestige and power. As she approached, they parted to make way for her, their expressions shifting from anger to curiosity and then back again. "Who are you?" one of them demanded, her voice cold as ice. "And how did you find your way here?" Lily looked up, meeting the woman's gaze. She was tall and regal, her hair a striking shade of silver that seemed to glow in the firelight. Even though she was old, Lily could sense an aura of power and authority emanating from her. "My name is Lily," she said softly, her voice barely audible over the crackling of the fire. "I... I don't remember how I got here. I just keep walking, hoping to find someone who can help me." The leader of the group, an elderly woman with silver hair, cocked her head to the side. There was something about Lily's innocence and vulnerability that struck her as peculiar. Most people who stumbled upon their secretive society were either terrified or angry, but Lily seemed to feel neither emotion. She was simply confused and lost. "Very well, Lily," the elderly woman said, her voice soft and gentle. "You have found your way to us. And now, it is our duty to help you find your way home."🔮

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It has been said that the definition of insanity is "doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results". I understand the sentiment behind the saying, but it's wrong. I entered the building on a bet. I was strapped for cash and didn't buy into the old legends of the hotel to begin with, so fifty bucks was more than enough to get me do it. It was simple. Just reach the top floor, the 45th floor, shine my flashlight from a window. The hotel was old and broken, including the elevator, so that meant hiking up the stairs. So up the stairs I went. As I reached each platform, I noted the old brass plaques displaying the floor numbers. 15, 16, 17, 18. I felt a little tired as I crept higher, but so far, no ghosts, no cannibals, no demons. Piece of cake. I can't tell you how happy I was as I entered that last stretch of numbers. 1 joyfully counted them aloud at each platform. 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 44. 1 stopped and looked back down the stairs. I must have miscounted, so I con- tinued up. 44. One more flight. 44. And then down ten flights. 44. Fifteen flights. 44. And so it's been for as long as I can remember. So really, insanity isn't doing something repeatedly and expecting different results. It is knowing, that the results will never ever change; that each door leads to the same staircase, to the same number. It's realizing you no longer fall asleep. It's, not knowing, whether you've been running for days or weeks or years. It's when the sobbing slowly turns into laughter

+ The Operation On the farthest point of Long Island, the last scrap of land that still counts as New York, there sits a tremendous, abandoned building. Protected by its own isolated location, there is also at any given time two to three Security Guards there. However, if one approaches the cast iron gates on the night of December 4th, you will see that on this night, even those few security guards refuse to work. The gates are left unlocked, and the wind will be utterly still, a nearly opaque fog filling the peninsula. Go directly to the main doors and step within, there will be a single long hallway, the end occluded by that fog. If you look to either side upon entering, you will see a modern operating room through a glass door. The further in that you walk, the older the equipment will get and the more old fashioned the doctors will be dressed. When you can finally come upon the end of the hallway, the screams of the patients will be nearly deafening. The hall will terminate in an open door leading to a single wooden table where a man in woolen medical clothing, stained brown from blood, will be bent over a corpse. The body's face will be covered, and the man will turn silently, screwing the top onto a cloudy jar of liquid, filled to the brim. He will hand this abnormally heavy object to you, before turning back to his work. Instantly, you will be outside of those cast iron gates. From that point on, disease and injury will never affect you, but if you ever open that cloudy jar and pull out the contents... you will find a heart, pulsing and beating loudly in your palm. A sudden feeling of horror and revulsion will pass through you as realization strikes, that you have just pulled your own living heart from your chest.

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All Monsters are Human You've always had a slightly ridiculous phobia of mirrors. It's never interfered with your life before, except in small and completely inconsequential ways. You'd close your eyes during a middle school session of Bloody Mary, would rush past them in a dark hallway, things any red blooded American raised on a steady diet of horror and gore would call more habit than oddity. One night, late, you're getting ready to go out with some friends. You feel grimy, so you all decide to get ready at your apartment where you can clean up with your own products. Ev- eryone's hanging out, taking pictures, and gonerally having fun as you decide to wash your makeup off and start fresh. You decide that the quickest way to do this is the way they show in commercials, where you get it all over with at once by splashing water over your tightly shut eyes and completely soaking your bathroom floor. You glance up quickly to be sure that your friends don't notice your moment of hesitation when it's time to close your oyes and scrub within sight of the mirror. As you rinse off your face, your eyes open to see your reflection staring back at you, which is not unusual, What is slightly off, however, is that when you go to leave, the other you does not. You stare at each other with wide eyes, waiting to see what happens next. You turn to your friends to see if they're seeing what you're seeing to find their grins growing wider, too wide to be quite human. Their eyes turn as black as coal, and they start to walk forward. Your reflection and your friends reflections start to scream. Your friends lunge for- ward towards their dopplegangers. You always knew you were on the wrong side. As your oyos begin to burn in an entirely sick, ploasant way, your grin stretches wide. Too wide. 😈

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Story of the wonder girl: I was a depressed freak. No one in school wanted to play brookhaven with me. They're all fake, I thought to myself, I should shoot up the school. I had long black hair that reached all the way down to my thighs. I have bright blinding blue eyes that could make anyone blind if they stared into my eyes for too long. But no one ever stared at me anyway, I was just a freak in their dull black and white eyes that couldn't see the world how I saw it. I slowly walk to the closest gun store. I lived in America, so there was always a store that sold guns around the corner. "aren't you a little too young to be here?" the owner asked. My blue eyes slowly turn into a shade of blood red. I couldn't take the daily ridicule of not just the cruel high schoolers, but now also workers who were clearly below me on the social ranking. I curl my hand into a fist and smashed the glass that kept me away from the AK-47. "NO" the broke worker who probably had nothing left to live for cried. The minute my left hand managed to take ahold of the AK-47, the underpaid worker knew it was over for him. I shuffle back holding the gun as my hands slip into position, then boom. I fire the gun at the worker sending him crashing into the wall. A small smile appeared on my face. "heh..time to shoot up the school," I whispered reassuringly to myself while laughing quietly. The blood red color in my eyes were hard to see at first, but now they were easy to see from a mile away, meaning I craved blood. I calmly slip the AK-47 into my bag, then realize that I should get more people to shoot up the school with me, which meant I needed more guns. I kept smashing the glass and taking more and more guns. a mini gun, a rifle, a sniper, a pistol, and much more. I looked up at the workers body, which had now slid down to the ground and was bleeding out at a rapid rate. That fool, I thought. He dared to question me, and now he faced the cost of it. I walk out of the gun store as if nothing happened, knowing it was quite the opposite. I close my eyes for a minute and take full control of my inner demons that I let come out when I got mad at the worker. My bag gave me a lot back pain since most of the guns were extremely heavy. "I must suffer a bit in order to accomplish a goal.." I said to myself. But while I wasn't looking, an old man had crept up behind me. "Watcha doin' lil girl? Girls like you should't be thinking." I couldn't control my inner demons. I instantly start levitating and strike the old man down. I saw 10 people on the sidewalk, staring, like they'd just seen Satan himself. They weren't just anyone though, They were witnesses. They all had to die. My inner demons now in full control grab the minigun from my bag and shoot everyone there. "NO WITNESSES." My inner demons chanted over and over again. "NO.. WITNESSES!!!!" Once everyone on the sidewalk had been shot up with the minigun, I take control of my demons, put the gun back in my bag, and continue walking. I knew no one would notice a few dead bodies on the side of the road, people always got shot up in America so this was normal. I look up from the bloody sidewalk as my hair flew in the wind. I had to go home, and plan how I was going to shoot up the school. (part 2??)

cute marilyn monroe bio!! —> “𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚” -𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐞 🫶

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heyo! /ᐠ ̥  ̮  ̥ ᐟ\ฅ a new writer here! ill be writing about stories relatd to romance! 12+ only ! search up “_chibi..bunnii” for the stories! ( it may not show up now as i am writing this now on july ) i dont do nsfw or anything inappropriate, i just do my stuff! ( bl/ straight) baii for now and have a nice day ahead! [ note - i might post some sparkles and stuff! ] ₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

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"but theres kids here!" yea i also dont give a fuck, they'll only see this when they search it up, or they go to the tags. end of the fucking topic. let them be, they're gonna know anyways bruh so yea i fr wrote this when i was sleepy, ill also post more, just search generalickass ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵘᵐᵈᵘᵐᵖ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ by generalickass ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ sʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs, ᴄᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ғᴀɪɴᴛ ᴄʜɪʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs. sᴇᴠᴇɴ-ʏᴇᴀʀ-ᴏʟᴅ ᴇᴍɪʟʏ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ʙʀɪsᴋʟʏ, ʜᴇʀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ʙᴀᴄᴋᴘᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴏᴜɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅ. sʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴍᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴛᴜɴᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ sɴᴀᴄᴋ sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ: ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴄʜɪᴘ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴍɪʟᴋ. ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋs ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, sᴀғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴜɴᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴀ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴍ, ʏᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀʟʟᴇʏ. ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʀᴀғғɪᴄ ғᴀᴅᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴍᴘ, ᴍᴜsᴛʏ sᴍᴇʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴄʀᴇᴛᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀɪɴᴛ ᴡʜɪғғ ᴏғ ᴜʀɪɴᴇ. ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ʀᴏsᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴘs. ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴏʀ, ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇ, ᴡᴀs sᴛʀᴏɴɢ, ʜɪs ɢʀɪᴘ ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴛᴇᴇʟ. "ɪᴛ's ᴏᴋᴀʏ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ," ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ, ʜɪs ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜᴏᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴀʀ. "ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ғᴜɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ." ᴇᴍɪʟʏ's ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʜᴀᴍᴍᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇsᴛ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ, ʜɪs ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴘʀᴇssɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜᴇʀs. sʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sǫᴜɪʀᴍ ғʀᴇᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏ ᴜsᴇ; ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀғᴜʟ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sʜᴜᴅᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ, sʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs, ʙʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ғᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ. ᴀs ɪғ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴍᴘʜᴀsɪᴢᴇ ʜɪs ᴡᴏʀᴅs, ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴀɴᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀɴᴛs ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴇxᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴜʟɴᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ. ʜᴇᴀᴛ ғʟᴏᴏᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs ᴀs sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ ʜɪs ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴀɴᴅs sᴋɪᴍ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ғʟᴇsʜ, ᴄᴜᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʜɪᴘs ᴀɴᴅ sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴇɢs ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ. ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ, sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴀ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛɪɴɢʟɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴇɢs, ᴀ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴ sᴇɴsᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ғᴀsᴛᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀɴᴇᴅ ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ, ʜɪs ʟɪᴘs ʙʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴀʀ. "sᴇᴇ, ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪᴛ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ғᴜɴ," ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ, ʜɪs ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ sᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ sʜɪᴠᴇʀs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ sᴘɪɴᴇ. ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ, ʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴜsᴛ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ, ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴛɪɢʜᴛɴᴇss ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ. ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs ғʟᴇᴡ ᴏᴘᴇɴ, ᴛᴇᴀʀs sᴛʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ, ᴘᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ, ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛʜʀᴜsᴛ sᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴡᴀᴠᴇs ᴏғ ᴀɢᴏɴʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴғᴜsɪᴏɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʟᴇʏ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴘɪɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴄʟᴏsɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ's ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ғʀᴀɴᴛɪᴄ. sʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴏᴄᴜs ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟsᴇ, ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʀʀɪғɪᴄ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴠɪᴏʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪs ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜᴇʀs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜs ᴍɪɴɢʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ. ᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ, ʜɪs ᴛʜʀᴜsᴛs ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀsᴛᴇʀ. ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ғᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴ ғɪʀᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇsᴛ. sʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜsʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ. ᴛᴏᴏ ʙɪɢ. ᴛᴏᴏ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ᴀs ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴏᴠᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀᴘsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ, ʜɪs ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʀᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ɢᴀsᴘs ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴅʀᴇᴡ. ᴇᴍɪʟʏ ʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ɴᴜᴍʙ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ, ᴛᴇᴀʀs sᴛʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ. sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ, ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sʜᴜᴅᴅᴇʀ, ʜᴇ ʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏғғ ʜᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛɪᴄᴋʏ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋʟᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴇɢ. sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ғɪʟʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴀs sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ. sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙʟᴇᴅ. sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴜʀᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴘʀᴏᴏғ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴜᴘ, sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏғғᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴅ. "ʜᴇʀᴇ," ʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ, ʜɪs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ sᴛᴇᴀᴅʏ. "ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ, ʟᴇᴛ's ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ." sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅ, ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ sᴏ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ, sᴏ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ. sʟᴏᴡʟʏ, sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅ, ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴘᴜʟʟ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ғᴇᴇᴛ. ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʟᴇʏ, ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ sᴛᴜɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sǫᴜɪɴᴛ. sʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ, ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ. sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋs ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ᴛᴏ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ, sᴇᴇᴅʏ ᴍᴏᴛᴇʟ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ʀᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪɴɢs, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏʟᴅ, sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ʙʟᴀɴᴋʟʏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴛʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ. ʜᴏᴜʀs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ, ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ, ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ sᴀᴛɪsғɪᴇᴅ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴄʀᴜᴍᴘʟᴇᴅ ʙɪʟʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. "ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs," ʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴᴇᴅ, ʜɪs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ʟᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ. ᴇᴍɪʟʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ; sʜᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟɪᴍʙᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀ. ᴅᴀʏs ᴘᴀssᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍɪʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴅʀᴇᴡ ғᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ. sʜᴇ sᴋɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ, ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ sᴘᴏᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏsᴛs. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ's ᴠɪsɪᴛs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ғʀᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴛ, ʜɪs ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜɪʟʟɪɴɢ. ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ. sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴀsʜᴀᴍᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ. sᴏ sʜᴇ sᴜғғᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴘʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴍɪʀᴀᴄʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴅɴᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ, ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ, ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀs ɪғ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ, ᴀғᴛᴇʀ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴡ, sʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴜᴛ, sʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʙᴏʏ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴀᴡ ʜɪᴍ ɢᴜɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʟᴇʏ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ 𝟼 ʏʀs ᴏʟᴅ, sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ, sʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏᴏʀ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇsɪᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ɴᴀᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ғᴀᴄᴇ, ᴘᴏssɪʙʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴs ʜᴜɢᴇ sᴛɪᴄᴋ, ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛᴏ sᴛʀɪᴘ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ, ᴛᴇʀʀɪғɪᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ɪғ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴀᴋᴇᴅ, ʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴏʏs ɢᴇɴɪᴛᴀʟs ᴀɴᴅ sᴜᴄᴋ ɪᴛ, sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ sᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ, ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɴᴏɪsᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴍʙʟᴇᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴍᴏᴀɴᴇᴅ ᴀs sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴘᴀss ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ, ʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴇᴅ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ sʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴍᴍᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ, sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɢᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ғᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ʜɪs ɢᴇɴɪᴛᴀʟs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ, ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘɪss ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡᴀs ᴛʀᴇᴍʙʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅʀᴏᴏʟ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪs ᴄʜɪɴ ᴀs ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴛᴡɪᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ʟᴀᴜɢʜs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʀᴜʙʙɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ, ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ sᴍᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢʟʏ, sʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴀɴᴅ ᴀs sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏʙʙᴇᴅ, ᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜsʜᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀs sʜᴇ ʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ, ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs ғɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏs ᴄᴜᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪss. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇɴ sᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʜɪs, sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɴᴏᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀs ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ, sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡᴀs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴀᴘᴇᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs, ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡᴀs ʀᴀᴘᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴍᴇɴ, ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴍɪɴᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ 𝟼 ʏʀ ᴏʟᴅ ᴄᴜᴍᴅᴜᴍᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴍᴏᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴍᴇɴ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴛʜʀᴜsᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴀssʜᴏʟᴇ, ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴜʀɴs ᴏғ ᴄᴜᴍᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇss ʙᴜᴛ ǫᴜɪᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsɴᴇss, ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏʙʙᴇᴅ ᴀs sʜᴇ ʀᴜʙʙᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴇɴɪᴛᴀʟs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ, ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴇᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴏɴ ɪᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴠɪᴏʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴇᴀᴅ. ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇɴ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇɴ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ's ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴀs ᴅɪsᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴏғ. sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇɴ ғᴏʀ ʏᴇᴀʀs, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴜᴍᴅᴜᴍᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɪᴍᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ sʜᴇ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟsᴏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴜᴍᴅᴜᴍᴘ, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ɴᴏᴡ ᴀ 𝟻 ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ ᴏʟᴅ ʙᴀʙʏ ᴡᴀs ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ, ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴀs ʜᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀss ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ sᴜᴄᴋ ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴄᴋ, ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄᴜᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪss, ᴀs ʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇɴ, ᴀs ʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ's ɢᴇɴɪᴛᴀʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴄᴜᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ʜɪs ᴄᴜᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪss ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ʜim ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴇʏᴇs, ᴀs ɪғ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴᴛ, ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs 𝟻 ʏʀs ᴏʟᴅ, sʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ 𝟽 ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs 𝟻, sʜᴇ ᴡs ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ sʜᴇ ʜᴀs ʜɪs ʙᴀʙʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴄʜɪʟᴅ, sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏʟᴅ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴍᴏᴀɴɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡᴀs ᴏᴠᴇʀғʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘɪss ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜᴍ, ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴘs ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ʜɪs ᴠɪʀɢɪɴɪᴛʏ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏɴ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ʀᴀᴘɪɴɢ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡᴀs sᴛɪʟʟ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ, ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴇᴊᴀᴄᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴀɴᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴜᴅʟʏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀʀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴜɢᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇ , ᴀs ɪғ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ, ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴛɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴅ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛs ғᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴏᴛʜ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴄᴜᴍᴅᴜᴍᴘs ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴄᴜᴍᴅᴜᴍᴘs, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴅɪᴇᴅ, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴀᴘᴇᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴍᴅᴜᴍᴘ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴇɴᴅs. lol

avoid writing about- ~animals ~unnecessary detail ~certain groups -in such stories

no- ~pets ~unnecessary detail ~crims -in said stories

avoid- ~losing animals ~excessive detail ~inaccurate portrayal of certain people ~making fun of groups

:D DUDE: "Hey siri" SIRI: "Yes" DUDE: "Check my bank balance, to see what apple phone I can afford." DUDE 2: *huffs* SIRI: "Apple Juice." DUDE 2: "EMOTIONAL DAMAGE!" XD

𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰'𝒎 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉. ~𝑺𝑫𝑷

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hey everyone its .peach ! sorry i havent been posting lots recently, ive been busy w school =) lmk if u guys want more smut storiess add me on dc @angvlrss for feedback/ideass :3 thank u sm for ur guys' comments & luv , i appreciate it sm ! luv , .peach ⋆ ˚.🍑⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

🧒🏻= Jake 👦🏼 = Aiden 👧🏽= Hailey 👧🏻= Lilly 👩🏻= Kate 👦🏽= Bradley 👧🏼= Emma 👧🏿= Juliana 👦🏿= Julian 👦🏾 = Braden 👱🏼‍♀️= Sarah 👶🏼= Luke 👵🏻 = sub 👵🏻 🧒🏻 Jake: I don’t feel good.. 🧒🏻👦🏼 👧🏽👧🏻 👦🏼 Aiden: um are you ok 👧🏻 Lilly: he looks like he’s gonna puke 👩🏻👦🏽 👧🏼👧🏿 👵🏻 sub: your ok just drink water your just trying to get out of school 👦🏿👦🏾 👱🏼‍♀️👶🏼 🧒🏻 Jake: “throws up” 👦🏼 Aiden: EW “cries” 👵🏻 sub: fake throw up too?! I’m writing you up “slaps 8 times” 👱🏼‍♀️Sarah : “calls principal” 👱🏻‍♂️principal: omg.. “tells security” 👮🏻‍♀️: ma’m you are arrested for child abuse 👵🏻: NOOOOO The end

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~ hus x wife smvt story 🤍. : smvt / prn / 13+ : ~ heres for all u freakss (u play the wife <3) its a gorgeous day, the sun is shining brightly in puerto rico, where you and your husband are on your on your honeymoon your limo arrives at your stunning clifftop villa, overlooking the crystal clear, shimmering blue sea stairs down from the cliff give you the option to head to the beach below whenever you want, making this getaway truly romantic you squeeze your husband's hand tightly in excitement as the door of the limo is held open for you, and you both climb out, taking deep breaths of the ocenic, salty air crashing against the cliff below your chauffer carries your luggage inside, and the breathtaking view of the house's interior, complete with a spiraling staircase, almost challenges the outside landscaping. the chauffer wishes you both a lovely stay before he gets in the limo and drives off leaving you and your new hubs alone. ········· ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ········· later, you both get ready for dinner, putting on nice outfits and you pick a tight-fitted, sexy red dress that is cut short well above the knees the dress enhances your slim body with it's curved, tempting features. it captures every single curve and dip in your delicate body. after doing your hair and makeup, you walk into the entry way, where your husband waits for you. his jaw drops ever so slightly and his eyes scan your body, every delicious inch. for a moment, you think hes going to get mad about the amount of body your showing. but he pulls you in by the waist and french kisses you, one hand cupping your cheek and the other- the one that was on your waist, slips down to grip your ass and hoist it up. you let out a tiny moan and this turns him on more than ever, you feel the buldge in his pants as he presses his body against yours. you hope you dont get wet in this dress. after a few more minutes of making out and tiny gulps for air, you pull away and you both are breathing heavily. "h/n.. w-we have dinner reservations~" "fuck the reservations," your husband says. "i want you. your body. your love.." he says shakily this surprises you because he's only seen you naked a few times, and you two have never gotten intimate. of couse, youve touched eachother PLENTY, but a tiny state of shock still washes over you. "im hungry, tho.." you whine. "fine." he mutters. you call the limo and a new chauffer drives you to the fancy, exquisite restaraunt. the glamour and luxury of the place is genuinely gorgeous in your eyes. you both are seated next to each other at a table, the chairs against the wall and the front of the table facing the rest of the restaraunt. after ordering drinks, you both begin talking about the activities you'll be doing on the honeymoon. you pick up your phone as the conversation dies, and suddenly you feel a tight grip on your inner thigh. your eyes flutter back in pleasure and delight as your husband rubs your inner thigh in hard circles, massaging a spot that makes u see stars~ "baby..~" you whine. "were in a restaraunt..." he smiles slightly. "i dont care, love." your hubs continues to rub harder, making you squirm in pure pleasure. you feel yourself starting to get wet in your tight little dress, and you make a tiny moan of despair. the last thing you want is to have a little 'accident' in this dress. when you sit down, your dress goes even farther up, and now it's so short, your bikini line is practically exposed- but only to your husband. your big breasts move up and down for each shaky breath you take, and he cant contain himself anymore. "[name..]" he whines, slipping his hand up the bottom of ur dress and feeling your soaked thong, barely covering your pvssy. youre feeling incredibly horny yourself, so you nod and he takes your hand and you both get the fuck out of there. the limo is waiting for you both out front, and you climb in and press a button, letting a private wall come down between your seats and the drivers so you both have privacy. chauffer starts driving and your hubs hoists you on his lap so you're facing him, you feel his boner in your ass through his pants. he pulls up your short dress and gets a nice view of your soaked (now transparent) thong, as well as the juicy pink pussy thats buldging underneath. he slips off the thong and pulls down his pants, before hoisting you up as wetness drips down your inner thighs he moans in pure desperation to taste pussy... his dick sticks up, precum dripping off the delicious tip. he then lets your body ease down, his dick going in your pussy slowly. you make little moans and gasps and whimpers as it's inserted into your tight little clit~ this turns him on even more and he hoists your body up and down.. up, down, up, down, so your'e bouncing and riding his big cock. he shoots cum into your tiny little pussy and you moan, grasping onto him as you ride his cock. cum drips out of your clit and you whimper and whine, the pleasure is amazing..~ he begins kissing you as you bounce up and down on his sex, one hand beginning to take your shirt off and the other helping you ease his cock inside and out, inside and out. you feel the hot sensation of his tongue swirling inside your mouth, his hands explore every dip, curve, and inch of your perfect body, running down it and touching you in places you love. your shirt comes off and your bra unclipped, he begins to give you hickeys on your big, pink breasts, dripping with slight milk and precum. he licks it up and bites your bottom lip, swirling his tongue in your mouth as you gasp for air in between kisses. you bounce harder, making him gasp and moans escape his mouth as he massages and rubs your breasts in aggressive circles, moving them up and down before biting your nipples, making you moan, he goes harder and harder, forcing your body to bounce and bounce as he grinds his hips against yours, the sound of his balls slapping against your pussy and ass filling the air. good thing the wall is sound proof. he throbs inside of you, making you moan intensely but not too loud, and wonder if you can handle this. he fills you with an unbearable amount of cum, and you wonder how he's been holding it this whole time. he finally takes out his huge cock and the minute you have no support, cum comes pouring out of your pussy, flooding our laps and the carseats. i moan in despair "its okay little miss waterfall~" your husband says. "we'll get you cleaned up~" "mhtmm~" you whimper and he begins massaging your outer lips to comfort and pleasure you. you sigh in relief and pleasure... but suddenly the car stops.. you realize the limo has arrived at your villa !? "oh fuckk..~" your husband groans, knowing we're both naked and any second now the doors will be opened... part 2 coming if u guys want it !! reply by tagging .peach saying u want a part 2 <3 thank uu xo ~ .𖥔 ݁ ˖

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There’s something poetic about screaming before you die. In under-exertion, like a deer caught in the headlights, you fail to get away from your captor, but you cover yourself up nonetheless in useless armor of your own forearms, turning your head away in fear. You think it’ll do something, but in the heat of the moment (or maybe your blood vessels, the hair on your arm standing on its ends) you don’t think it’ll do anything but. There’s probably a policy for how that works. Science. Logic. The iron will of a hand flayed out, all the while the person doing so furrows their brows, the corners of their open mouth wrinkling against their cheek in a crude gesture of dominance. Shame on me for depicting that as something wrong, because I’m doing it right now, right? Subtle, but not subtle at the same time. The gesture of raising your arm, up-up-up into the sky, and lowering your hands clasped together a knife wrapped around it down-down-down into your victim, all the while they yell for their lives, something utterly futile; but poetic too. One of mankind’s elegies in their final death throes, expressing it in the way they know best. Conversing, saying something - opening their mouth, wide, before it closes, and so do your eyes, and your legs altogether, collapsing onto the ground. … Ha. Has winter ever been this cold? Tsugino stared down at the corpse beneath him, his back unable to hitch its owner up by the feet anymore now hunched against a garbage bag. He stared at him — it, or him? His face, so previously full of life the day before at school, chatting with a bunch of his classmates which surrounded him; eyes beady brown, glimmering in the specks of dust splattering from against the classroom window… now marble-like. His face was never this dark before, his bangs casting a shadow downwards his eyelids and into his cheeks. It was never this cold before, either. With his right palm touching the corpse’s cheek, he blew an exhale into it a moment after. There was no use caring for a NO. If they didn’t love him, who’s to say he had to care for their wellbeing in dingy alleyways either? Nobody. Nobody at all. _ … Though, now, he had somebody by his side. Wasn't that enough for him? He didn't know at all. Bleak days of cooking, walking to preparatory school, sauntering back home so as to review his notes, all the while met with a familiar face that greeted him each day — red bangs which curled into a small face, and into sharp eyes the same hue as his hair bounced each time Maeno tilted his head to the side, squinting due to his smiling widely — saying “Oh, Tsugino, you've finished cooking dinner?!” only to scrunch itself up in disgust, realizing he had mixed vegetables in it . . . this was fine, after all. Tsugino had grown accustomed to it. In fact, he delighted in such normality, knowing that for once, he was content with this life. He smiled at the sky, and it smiled back at him. If only it had just stayed the same forever. For some reason, Tsugino couldn't help but turn his head away from Maeno, not in contempt, but neutrality, because he realized something was off with the way he viewed his roommate (friend, former doctor, former handcuffed-by-the-wrist-partner) and he didn't know how to deal with it. He'd had felt these feelings before, but now that he was more, admittedly, mentally stable, the influx of emotions came through into his brain, overriding its insides completely. He didn't know what to do in order to handle these emotions, because he knew what they were; he just didn't want to say them out loud. He knew what it was. It was just at the tip of his tongue, rolling off of his mouth, swirling into his ears and back into his brain, mind’s eye trembling at the thought of it. He knew it was. Each thought he had about Doc intensified by the second, each tick of the clock creaking in a momentary steadying of itself before spinning in circles. His own cheek in his own palm. A pursing of his lips. His elbow holding his face propped onto his studying desk. His eyes inclined to the wooden surface, for it had naught else to focus onto for the time being. Maeno grinning, his teeth crooked into the shape of a feline cat shining through his open mouth. His eyes closed, fluttered, eyelashes barely visible when opened were his eyelids now visible, specks of what seemed to be dust sprinkled about. His red hair, messy, strands coiling themselves back into his scalp because he barely brushed his hair, if ever, even though the braid which dangled through his right bang was neatly kept, moving, turning once he looked at the camera (Tsugino’s imagination) Snap. Maeno’s eyes. They angled upwards, the upper eyelid curving into an arc ever-so-slightly. His pupils were smaller than the average person, the bottom half of his sclera made visible by his irises shaped into an oval, though jouncing to the side each little glance he took at each little precious thing he wanted to focus his attention onto. Snap. Maeno’s eyebrows. They were thin, long. Darker than his hair color. They were expressive. If you were to cover up his entire face, his eyebrows would still be something you could utilize in order to discern what he was feeling. Snap. Each time his collarbones peeked out from under his shirt as he angled his torso towards you. Snap. His fingers, long, scarred. Even though they had bandaids littered about, right onto his knuckles or other more curious locations like the tip of his index finger, they were pretty to look at, veins protruding through the back of his palm as they posed for the camera or as they wrapped themselves around an object. Snap. His skin. Snap. His knees. Snap. His ankles. Snap. His wrists. Snap. His chin. Snap. His cheeks. Snap. His ears. Snap. His back. Snap. His nape. Snap…? His everything? Was it the click of a polaroid camera, slowly lifted down in order for Tsugino to look at his muse in all of his glory, or a metaphor for Tsugino’s desire to eat Maeno whole? Was it his forlorn to reach his hand out to Maeno as he placed his palm onto his, wrapping his fingers around his hand before gently tugging at Maeno’s wrist, afterwards pulling him forward, leaning his chin into his for a kiss, or did he want to sink his teeth into his lips, tearing through it for he lowered it down into his chin, lower and lower into his stomach stained with blood which trailed through the gaping hole in his stomach, crudely shaped into the edge of a knife? Was it about Tsugino's scrutinizing gaze, cold, soft, everything in between, or his desire to kill Aki? It was both. It was two. One. Haru wanted to kill him. He wanted to see him dead. He wanted to see Aki’s guts spill out from outwards his stomach, the tenderness coming with a splurch and ending in a crescendo that was from in-and-out, dipping into the sausage-like organs. He wanted to reel his forearms back into the air, holding a knife in his trembling hands now gripping tighter onto the handle, only to stab Aki in the throat. He wanted to see him in such a position he couldn't help but be killed by him, maybe yelling, or maybe not. Maybe tears running down his cheeks, down the corner of his sharp eyes now squinting, closing in impulse; he wanted to kiss his tears away. He wanted to see its translucence, sempiternal, somewhat vaguely stained with red coming from his stomach, or his throat, or his eye, any part of him. He would accept all of them. He would accept all of them gratefully, kissing them too, or cutting them up into tiny pieces, chewing each in his mouth with a crunch from his left and a crunch from his right, before leaning into his collarbone made visible by the tank-top unfolding to the side, sinking his teeth into his skin, deeper into the flesh, and deeper into the muscle. He would like that. Two Haru loved him. Aki had taught him cruelly the meaning of love, and gently the meaning of love. He wanted to wrap his fingers around Aki’s jaw, before sliding his fingers forward to his chin so as to prop his mouth in front of his, kissing him, the hot air pressing against their faces each breath they took through inside of the mouths, pirouetting, swirling into their humid surroundings as Haru tilted his head to the side so as to lick at Aki’s tongue, swirling it around the base, their salivas mixing together into one - maybe that was the sort of thing he sought out in eating him, because that too was Aki inside of him. … … … … … Tsugino knew what he felt. He was so embarrassed, he had to say it. There was no use running away from it any longer, anyways, because any more and he'd have been lying to himself. He had a crush on Doc. Maeno Aki.

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Well I guess we're making fanfiction on here now so hefe you guys go. Y'all can call me Sol btw. Enjoy this fanfic. NORMAL? by Sol What was it like, being normal? Angel had never known. Every day was the same for him. He got up, went to school, got bullied/harassed, and went home. It was the same, all day, every day. He had just wanted people to like him But he'd messed up. Angel couldn't go back to school now...not anymore... He sighed as he looked over the river, standing on the old bridge. This was it...he was going to see his friends again. He took the necklace his ex-boyfriend had given him, and tossed it aside. After that monster had killed all of Angel's friends? He didn't want anything to do with him So, taking a breath, he got one last look at the world, before jumping into the river...

🌈Somewhere over the rainbow 🦄There was a unicorn 🦋And a butterfly with it 💗The two were sharing kindness ❤️And soon, they became friends 🍀Luckily, they're living happily, together!

When I was five years old, My family moved really far from home, because of my father’s work I started hearing things at night I would wake up a lot in the middle of the night One night, I looked out the window and saw something run on all fours outside I got really bad insomnia after a while I saw the silhouette of something vaguely human-shaped in the corner of my room at night Eventually, we moved in with my grandma The hallucinations and insomnia stopped and never visited me again Not long after, we see the disappearance of a little girl from that area on the news Many missing people are reported near those woods I still have nightmares sometimes about that thing I saw when I was five

Smut🍆😫🥵~ She fucks me on the wall as i go harder and deeper down, she moans😩 and i'm turned on and I cum very deep inside her pussy. She moans even louder and bites her lip then looks up at me trembling as one word slips out; 'D-Daddy🫦' and with that said, I go harder and harder until my whole 8 inches huge dick was deep inside her pussy and she moans so loudly that it turns me even more on. Then I push her into the bed and rip open her clothes. I smack her big fat ass and she moans deeply, making me shove my dick between her enormous tits that were larger than a flat pancake, heck, she definitely wasn't flat. I fuck her tits until she is cumming onto the bottom of my dick. I'm more turned on then ever as I shove me dick back inside her pussy and I squeeze her ass. I push it all back up and down as I squeeze her tits. She moans again loudly as to which I shut her up by kissing her. She groans against my lips and I feel myself about to cum. I push her onto me as I ride her on a reverse cowgirl. I smack her ass to which she screams; "CUM IN ME DADDY! CUM IN MY PUSSY! FUCK ME AND GO HARDER!" I follow her request and I push with all my might to get my dick to get further into her even though it can't. Then I start to cum inside her pussy which she moans to as it gets messy. Then I slap her ass as she stands up. I lay down as she lays over me with her sexy ass sitting on me. She starts sucking on my dick then moans loudly when I lick her pussy. Then I see her sex toy and I grin. It was atleast 30 inches long which not even my dick could compare to. I grabbed it as she was still busy sucking my dick. As I grabbed it, I moaned as she had just deep throated my dick. Suddenly I start to cum in your mouth as you grip the bed sheets. I then shove the sex toy up your pussy as you moan so loudly that you almost wake up everyone. You start to go cross-eyed as cum starts dripping out of your pussy. Then you start squirting all over my face making me cum all over you. We both get up and as soon as I see your tits that were covered with cum, I dont even hesitate. I grab your hair and throw you onto the bed and start fucking the hell out of you sideways. You keep on moaning so I slap your ass cheeks a few times before rubbing it with my foot making you moan again. Then I squeeze your tits so hard you start to scream and moan; "HARDER! PUT YOUR DICK ALL THE WAY INSIDE OF MY DADDY! AHHH😫" So I do that until you cum and cum and then I cum all over your tits then I go back to fucking your tits as you stand there helplessly moaning. Then I do that again and again non stop til morning when I pick another girl and, we have a threesome while you enjoy sucking my huge dick and I enjoy smacking your ass, and sucking the other girls' tits and, fucking another girls tits and pussy in a foursome which, turns into a fivesome where all of you moan and I get to enjoy myself and get you all wet🍑🍆💦🤤

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