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The van's engine hummed a steady lullaby, vibrating through the metal floor underneath me. My mind echoed with the last words Ivan had said before I left the labor camp, his voice a mix of pride and worry. "Podyom, volk. Rise, wolf." I clutched the small bundle of belongings to my chest, the fabric worn thin from use and time. The smell of diesel fuel seeped into my clothes, mingling with the scent of fear and anticipation that clung to my skin. America, I thought. A land of opportunity, a fresh…
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77.2 K • Completed
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Laying next to Gideon as he slept hurt. I tried to imagine Nick as Gideon, and it worked for a while, but the way Gideon made me come had never ever happened to me before. It was too different, and I don’t know if I could do it again. Gideon took me apart in a way I wasn’t ready for. I wasn’t ready for him to practically shatter me and expose my rawness. I wasn’t ready for something new, and the way Gideon tried to possess me fucked with my head and flattered me. It was almost as if he wanted me,…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The moment I was thrown into the cell, a bone-chilling coldness seeped into my skin, and the metallic taste of fear lingered in my mouth. I was just a boy, barely fourteen, but my crime had painted a target on my back that not even the most hardened zeks could ignore. I had killed an omega and, worse, her unborn child. The guilt of it clung to me like a second skin, a constant reminder of the monster I had become. The cell was cramped, the air thick with the musk of unwashed bodies and…
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77.2 K • Completed
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Her hands let my hair go, and then she tried to push me away but didn’t put much strength into it, but I pulled away, panting nonetheless. “I can’t, " she said. Her face was still splotchy and tear-stained, but I couldn’t stop wanting her. Her eyes pleaded with me for something. “Pretend I’m him,” I whispered against her lips. “I can do that for you. Pretend I’m him.” I trailed my nose against her cheek before taking her earlobe in my mouth, tugging it slightly with my…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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. The closet felt like my only sanctuary, its narrow walls a fortress against the outside world. Inside, the scent of my nest, the mixture of coconut and vanilla, wrapped around me like a comforting shroud. I had crafted this refuge with my own hands, a secret place where I could be myself, if only for a fleeting moment. The clothes hung high above, obscuring the view from the door, while beneath them lay the soft nest that cradled me. I clutched the burner phone in my trembling hand, my heart pounding…
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77.2 K • Completed
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The dreams were back. The haunting echo of a chilling laugh, cold and malicious, stayed with me. My muscles ached with the phantom strain of flight, the memory of clashing with shadowy beasts in the dark. These dreams were no mere night terrors; they left their evidence, like the purplish imprints of fingers that seemed to have dug into the flesh of my arm, a tender neck as if hands had truly sought to silence me. Last night, my subconscious had staged a relentless hunt, my pulse racing in sync with the…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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I cracked one eye open, the bright morning sunlight already searing my retinas. Ugh, another day, another dollar. Or in my case, another day of being a glorified nursing home attendant to my dear, sweet grandmama. I rolled over, my head pounding from last night's bottle of cheap cabernet. The Mothman stared back at me from his rightful place on my wall, his beady eyes judging me for my life choices. "Mornin' to you too, Mothey," I grumbled, reaching for the grimy, chipped mug of lukewarm tea on my…
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9.0 K • Ongoing
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My eyes, clouded with unshed tears, struggled to focus on the figure at the front of the room. Owen's dark hair seemed to absorb the light, creating a cruel parody of a halo above his head. With every smirk tossed in Jasmine's direction, my chest tightened, the pain a relentless tide threatening to drown me. My fingers trembled like leaves in a storm, searching the depths of my bag for the tools of my confession. The pen felt foreign in my grasp, its weight heavy with the burden of my unsaid…
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10.9 K • Ongoing
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The first snowflakes of winter began their descent from the heavens, a silent testament to the changing seasons. I watched them from my window, each unique crystal a harbinger of the solitude that would soon envelop my home atop the hill. My mother's voice echoed in my mind, her final warning before she vanished like the morning mist: "You will never follow the boy in your dreams." Yet every night, when sleep claimed me, there he was—Nathaniel Lockwood. His presence was a constant comfort in my…
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11.4 K • Ongoing
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The precinct buzzed with the frantic energy of a hive under attack, phones ringing, voices overlapping in a symphony of urgency. I stood in the eye of the storm, my gaze locked on the incident board, a map of the city scarred with colored pins marking crime scenes. My city. My case. My promotion on the line. "Poppy, you've been at it for 36 hours straight," my partner, Mike, leaned against the desk, his face etched with concern. "Go home, get some sleep." I shot him a glare that could freeze lava.…
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7.1 K • Ongoing
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