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I was practically buzzing as I took the wheel of Gideon's car, the engine purring to life beneath my fingertips. The drive back to his place was an exercise in restraint; my hand seemed to have a mind of its own, resting on Gideon's thigh, fingers tracing idle patterns over the denim of his jeans. Every so often, he'd glance over at me, a small, private smile playing on his lips, and I'd feel my heart kick against my ribs like a wild thing trying to escape. We were a tangle of limbs and laughter, the car…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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Opening the journal felt like cracking open a storm, the pages heavy with emotion, as if Scarlet’s pain had soaked into the very paper. The leather binding was worn and soft beneath my fingers, but the weight of what I held made my hands tremble. Each word she had written seemed to scream out at me, etched in messy, desperate strokes that bled with all the emotions she hadn’t been able to say out loud. The first entry I flipped to was from April 10th, the numbers pressed into the page so hard it…
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7.1 K • Ongoing
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“What a shame.” Amber tutted as she read the news while nursing the strong cup of coffee in front of her. She just finished making Silas and me a full breakfast of pancakes and strawberries with a side of eggs and bacon. I was full ages ago, but Silas kept poking at me to eat more even though I felt like I was going blow. “Hm?” I encouraged, turning my attention to her. “A young boy, eight-year-old Jordan Whittemore,” my stomach instantly dropped at the name, “was found in a…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The first thing I became aware of was the sound of my own breathing, a steady rhythm that matched the subtle rise and fall of Gideon's chest beside me. The tent was a cocoon of warmth, the early evening sun casting a golden hue through the thin fabric, illuminating the space just enough to see the contours of Gideon's face in repose. He looked peaceful, the tension that usually lined his forehead smoothed out in sleep, his full lips parted slightly. My body was sated in a way it had never been before, the…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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It was hard to pass the house's threshold for the first time since the afternoon it all happened. Even with Silas flush against my back, giving me all the strength he could. I knew I had to do this; I was already halfway through the summer break, and it needed to be done before returning to school. For the last two weeks, Silas has been trying to amp me up to go back here and last night I felt strong enough to finally face it. So, today was a good day as any, but it felt like there was a barrier that kept…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The darkness felt heavier now, pressing down on me as I lay on the cold stone. I hadn't been here long—just hours, maybe. Yet time felt strange, distorted in the prison's stifling air. Every ticking second dragged like a lead weight, each moment an eternity circling in on itself. It hadn’t been enough time to adjust, not that anyone could ever truly adjust to a place like this, a place that swallowed hope and replaced it with despair. The sound of boots on stone echoed down the corridor again, the…
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11.4 K • Ongoing
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Xiomara rocked against my bulge as her sweet mouth sucked at my collarbone. The scent of her slick filled the room, making my thoughts cloudier by the second. “Fuck, baby.” I groaned as her teeth sank into my skin before her tongue lapped at the mark, soothing it. Wrapping my hand in her hair, I pushed her down my body, making her giggle at my impatience. Her hair tickled my sides as it moved past, and I couldn’t help but shiver. I wasn’t expecting her to nuzzle my hard cock against…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The sun's descent painted the sky in hues of crimson and gold, a fiery spectacle that seemed to mirror the warmth I felt within. Xavier and I had found our camping spot, a secluded clearing that promised a night under the stars, away from the world that often felt too small to contain us. We set to work, our movements harmonized by years of friendship. The tent rose with ease, our hands deftly maneuvering poles and fabric until it stood proud against the encroaching twilight. There was an unspoken…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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They had hair that was pulled back but not gelled in place. Their eyes were the most intense red that glowed, and their ears were full of piercings. They wore a dark suit with a red tie and kept a hand in their pocket casually. But the most mesmerizing thing about him was his tattoos. Half his face and entire neck were covered with them. I was too far away to see if they had any real shape, but from what I could tell, they moved. “Who are you?” I asked. “You can call me Draven.” They…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The silence of the basement wasn't comforting anymore. It was a heavy, crushing thing that wrapped around me like an iron shroud. It wasn’t the kind of silence that offered peace or rest—it was oppressive, alive, mocking me with its weight. It was as if the silence itself was laughing at me, at the pitiful state of what my life had become. The quiet only reminded me of how utterly alone I was, of how everything had been stripped away until there was nothing left but this still, suffocating void. I…
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10.9 K • Ongoing
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