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Ball and Chwww.onedoor.ccain
Warning: Strong language, non-explicit hebephilia. Reader discretion is advised.***Jasper’s phone’s fluty notification alert dinged. It was her. A jaunty grin split across his sun-chapped lips. He had been waiting for the go-ahead; this welcome development fortified his resolve to bear the heat. Satisfaction flooded his pleasure receptors like contrast fluid pumped through an IV.Though the evening soccer game was winding down, the sun displayed staying power. Jasper’s smoke-black Jetta hadn’t yet reached inferno status; however, judging by the windshield glare lasering his face like a resurfac...
Playing Cards
Playing Cards My grandmother told me to never fall in love with the other side. I didn’t know what she meant by that at the time. She had spread her cards, her beloved cards, that supposedly tell the future, out in front of my face and told me to choose. I chose the ace of spades. She clucked her tongue in disapproval, her eyes filled with the fire of knowing without telling. “Dear Adina, never fall in love with the other side. It’ll only be trouble for you.” I used to think I didn’t believe her. I had been warned from day one to never marry a rabbit, a libra, or to ever bet on a seventeen or...
Girl Meets Soldier
TW: abuse, war, death, mental illness, swearing.“America is fucking stupid, man!” shout the guys in my squad over the noise of our APC driving to the border. “They just eat and get fat and don’t work!”“All they do is make those stupid Hollywood movies!”“Right!” spits the older bearded one who looks like a bum.“And they’re all about some stupid stuff or those… gays!”The armored personnel carrier erupts with laughter at the mention of gays, and I give a nervous smile to show I am on board. The conversation continues.“Our greatness, our power annoys them! They can’t get us, so now they have Ukrai...
The Gift Master
TRIGGER WARNING: Animal cruelty.‘Welcome, welcome. Leave your bag at the door. Don’t be shy. Come on in.’ The Gift Master fiddled with his gunslinger moustache. ‘Every guess is a good guess, and the right guess buys your freedom. Do you need me to tell you the rules?’ He towered above Anna, muscular form filling his tailored black suit.‘Yes Sir, yes please.’ Anna brushed tendrils of greasy hair behind her waxy ears.‘Your token, please.’Anna Bunn reached into the pocket of her threadbare tunic, grubby fingers grazing past the hole developing at the seam. She lifted out the piece of laminated pu...