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Taking My Time With A Yoghurt by Ashley91111, literature
Literature
Taking My Time With A Yoghurt
The elevator rises with me, it brings me high up from the ground, fifty or a hundred feet, I don’t know the height, but I feel like I’m floating when I step out of the cabin. My high heels make loud knocking sounds, which echoe from the walls of the giant and empty staircase, but I barely notice it as I walk to the front door leading to my apartment. Automatically I reach for the handle of it, but then I instantly realize I need to unlock it first. With a quick, but clumsy movement I pull out my keys from my purse almost dropping them on the floor. I fidget with them before I finally let myself into my home, where I live alone, where I’ve arrived alone, and still brought someone with me in my memories. This person’s picture has burnt in them, I’m still mesmerized by it as I mindlessly make my way straight to the kitchen. I open up the fridge and waves of confusion run through my body: I’m not even hungry, what am I doing here? Wondering about it I keep the door of my fridge wide open
Kinktober 2023 - 4 - Deprivation by ForestWolfDragon, literature
Literature
Kinktober 2023 - 4 - Deprivation
Many people keep precious items and vast amounts of riches in protected locations. This is true no matter where a person is or in what era. Most times the protected resource is some type of currency. Locked away in a safe ranging from small personal styles to sophisticated bank vaults. These do draw attention for those with nefarious greedy minds. Sometimes those same capacious individuals fall victim. One such snow elf’s plan for robbing a wealthy home did not go as planned. It was a setup from the beginning as she was caught the moment her feet crossed onto their land. She did not even make it to the home’s walls. Hands snatching her limbs from shadows swiftly yanked the intruding elf’s body completely into the endless blackness. Short time later revealed her surroundings. Dropped onto the floor of a foyer as the ones who captured her expectedly landed with grace. Rump reaching red hair kept in a high ponytail temporarily fell over the snow elf’s face. She grunted from
Nothing Personal 6 - Chapter 34 by AliasMisterJones, literature
Literature
Nothing Personal 6 - Chapter 34
EC Compound, Northern Norway Hayley had woken up and knew that something was different. She could tell from experience that it was just the two bags that she was in. The restriction felt as tight as per normal with the two down stuffed restraining bags but there was something else. At several points over her body the pressure felt a little tighter, a little more compressed, a little forced down. Hayley tried to move but she couldn’t move and it wasn’t just within the down cocoon. It as the cocoon that wasn’t moving. It was pretty dark as well. Hayley turned her head on the pillow and although it was dark, she could make out the padded lining. “mmmuuurr..oohhmm…” Hayley moaned as her brain put the pieces together and realised where she was. In that cot contraption that was in the room. The areas that felt tighter were obviously where the straps were holding the down cocoon in place. Why had Elizabeth ordered this? Placing her in this restrictive place with four walls and a ceiling.
Red Jacket Ronin by GuntherTheGuy, literature
Literature
Red Jacket Ronin
Some poor girl sits with her hands cuffed to the armrests of a chair in some random warehouse, her throat already raspy from screaming into the tape plastered over her mouth. Two mooks, for that's all they really were, sit and play cards on a collapsible table in front of her, almost mockingly making her watch them pass the time freely. Just then, the door swings open, and...a man walks in. Black hair, red jacket, sunglasses with purple lenses. The two sit and stare for a moment as he casually traipses into the warehouse. A sheathed sword rests in his hand, but he walks without any real agency, his eyes hidden by the lights overhead flaring against the lenses of his glasses. The two mooks eventually collect themselves, and start mocking him; he's fairly skinny, and who just walks around carrying a katana? What was he, some kinda weeb? The man says nothing, his tongue sort of pressing against his bottom lip, and his eyes are unreadable. Eventually one of the mooks gets up and walks
Dedicated Damsel 1: Why be the Damsel? by Holly-Hoyle, literature
Literature
Dedicated Damsel 1: Why be the Damsel?
Welcome to part one of my ongoing series "Dedicated Damsel" where I discuss the ins and outs of being a damsel. This time we are going to answer the age old question "Why be the Damsel?" In most forms of entertainment the viewer is placed into the roll of either the "Hero" or the "Villain." The hero roll makes the viewer into a winner. Heroes triumph, defeat the villain, complete their goals, and get rewarded. The appeal of the hero is in overcoming the odds and succeeding. Heroes are special and looked up to even if they aren't necessarily good people. They do the right thing and are rewarded for it with praise, wealth or even love. The villain roll on the other hand breaks the rules. They go against society and are their own person. When in the villain roll you can do anything you want, take whatever you like and be what you can't be in a normal life. Sure the villain loses in the end but until then they are free to act unbound by rules or morality. This is why the villain roll is
Sara Stateside - Party by Purple Lake Pt.1 by Golavus, literature
Literature
Sara Stateside - Party by Purple Lake Pt.1
I was roused from my deep and pleasant slumber by someone prodding me with a cream cheese bagel. “Wake up sleepyhead, we’re here!” spoke the floating broad Yorkshire accent of Lizzie. “You hungry boss?” I was hungry, or at least I thought I was based on how nice the bagel smelt. I grunted as I opened my eyes, after which I asked, “does it come with liquid sustenance?” “Only the strongest this town could offer!” Lizzie answered reassuringly as she wafted a steaming coffee under my nose, the aroma of roasted bean really waking me. I gratefully accepted the cup and bagel from my Yorkshire friend who was leaning through the open car door. After I took my first bite she said, “Come on and check this place out, it’s like a postcard out here!” I yawned while adjusting the blue denim jacket which I had repurposed as a pillow, pulling it over the purple tanktop which I wore with a blue miniskirt, then I swung my legs clad in white tights out the car and stepped onto the sidewalk with clops
Kinktober 2023 Day 12: Service/Care by animegirlwithagun, literature
Literature
Kinktober 2023 Day 12: Service/Care
“Room service!” Kim waited outside of the door to the hotel room patiently. Usually she waited about ten seconds for a response before entering a room. After a couple of seconds she heard a thump and a muffled voice, sounded female. She sighed, had she interrupted another couple having sex again? This early in the morning? Then she heard the female voice again and it sounded more strained or frustrated and a man was heard cursing. “Hello?” She knocked again. “Is everything ok in there?” It still sounded like something was going on in the room. “If I don’t get a response I’ll be phoning down to the front desk in a few seconds!” After a second the door opened and Kim was opening her mouth to ask if everything was ok when she froze. The man standing in the doorframe was dressed in black with a mask covering his face and a pistol in his hand pointed at her. A glove hand quickly shot out and grabbed onto her wrist and yanked her into the room. Kim was too surprised to even cry out as
mimics by jtluxthefool777, literature
Literature
mimics
mimics are dangerous creatures that take advantage of humanity's curiosity. many have fallen prey to these beasts for not being mindful or aware of their surroundings thinking the chest they found was normal only to meat untimely ends or other grimm fates. mimics are closely related to slimes unlike their gelatinous cousins' mimics bodies are almost completely liquid and made up of mana almost entirely with a small amount of mucus holding them together. hence why they seek out sturdier shells to fuse with once fused they can warp and change the item to suit their needs. when a mimic has consumed enough of its preferred meal it will grow and eventually need to find a larger shell the largest on record having possessed a windmill house and would lure in passers by at least until it was slain by a rather silly knight. mimics have no singular form if they can find an opening they can fuse with just about any inanimate object chests being the most common but there are examples of them
Why I saw her cry? by 0AnonCrew0, literature
Literature
Why I saw her cry?
Nevermind about your job or whatever you say or do . . . It's all about the ones you've hurt without thinking. Speaking out of my own atmosphere, you know what? I can't help recognizing why my colleagues and my boyfriend constantly fight over trivial things, while someone like her in the picture was trying to help. Especially, trying her best to ask for help. Not only she wasn't muted by herself. I noticed why she was afraid of me, when I was pressured like everybody else on our daily or evening routines. Like she got wrongfully punish the way like her friends did, with some random strangers taking advantage the way we handle things. Don't say if I maybe crazy to believe? Face up the facts. To be honest with you? You never would have seen your faces for how horrible you've been treating her. Not just about her appearance. Not just about her mistakes. Not just about her interests you called "childish". Not just about her voice. Everything you've said and done; literally broke her spirit still. She is not the only one you've hurt. It's everyone. You made everyone miserable around you. You set them up the last minute on a test without consent? I was not happy about that. You call one of them stupid, drop the "F" bombs, and berate them into tears? Public and in private? Way too far! You even set everyone of those who's supposed to be look up to as a superior and a worker into fighting... So, that you each trying to cover up your criminal activities for taking advantage out of the jobs, the systems, and all of their lives. Right now..? I understand why you can't realize how long you take it too far, one way to another by hurting a human being... The same way with happened with: ✓ JessiiVee and her sister ✓ Wolfychu and her boyfriend ✓ Amanda Todd ✓ Mishka and her childhood friends The way many heroes fell in your sick twisted idea of discipline..? It all makes a disgusting sense. Don't take my word for it, or this imagery. Because that's how I felt when it comes the longer you took things in control to abuse? You will end up losing everything in certain special someone. Each of them. Moreso than usual. I am not alright for how you set all of us without realizing you each became a felons. A thoughtless just like them, the ones who never caught between the late of the 90s to the early mid 2000s. Instead of taking the time to think about someone's feelings of their guts? You did not even know you fail to take responsibility of your actions. I understand why Mish couldn't be able to trust anyone like you. Most of all to ask; if we won't get you to teach you lessons, how will we find out why the innocent people our neighbors knew went missing? I can't trust your actions.
