Category: Original Works

Don’t You Remember? (Part Four) [18+]

I was still stuck about the events of that night at the club, my memory still in bits and pieces. I was thinking that talking to Toni would help fill in the holes.

Having Toni over did help, but some of the things she told me were still such a shock to me. I couldn’t outright believe the things she told me. But honestly, I didn’t really have much of a choice; I couldn’t remember anything.

The wine on the coffee table was helping me ease into the topic. Part of me hoped that the alcohol in my blood system would somehow cause me to blurt out some new info that would help unravel that bad night.

“I don’t remember a fucking thing!” A surge of panicking emotions flooded every inch of my heated body.

On top of that, I wanted to be more under the influence of the wine she brought over—we weren’t even finished with the first bottle of red wine.

“So, how was it?”

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Wishing Well

Jamie dragged me all the way to this opening in the woods where a well was just randomly sitting there. The entire clearing was void of any trees for a couple yards, as if somebody wanted others to find this well.

Apparently, from what she told me, if somebody tossed something in the well of great value, they can make a wish and it will come true. Jamie talked about how her friend came here and was granted a wish.

But something about this well just didn’t feel right, something felt off. The fact that the well was just openly in a cleared section of forest was strange alone. Why was there even a well in the middle of the forest to begin with? There was no town or villages close enough to have use of it. Why was it here?

I quickly reached out and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, pulling her back down when I saw her feet rise off of the ground. “Careful. Lean in any more and you would have fell straight in.”

My gut started churning when I saw the distress in my little sister’s eyes. The usually light glimmer in her sky blue eyes were faded and dull.

“There’s somebody calling out to me! There’s somebody in the well!”

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Wrong Spell

I know there’s a weird-ass anime screenshot posted on here, but hear me out for a second.

So last night I was relaxing at my usual go-to bar after leaving work, just to unwind and take a load off before going home for the night. I was writing something up on my phone when I got a sudden hit of Writer’s Block. What I then did was I went onto Twitter and asked for an opening liner to help get the thoughts going.

A friend of mine shared this screenshot, and I had absolutely no idea what anime it was from, so I just winged it and wrote this. I didn’t look up the source until AFTER I wrote it.

The anime is called Oretachi ni Tsubasa wa Nai-under the innocent sky (We Without Wings – Under the Innocent Sky.) I didn’t look too much into what the plot is about, but I did manage to find the scene where the screenshot came from. In case you want to watch it, here’s the link: Oretachi ni Tsubasa wa Nai

And, after looking at the video, I don’t think this story was tooooo far off…

Enjoy!

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100 Word Story – Obligations

While I was working I missed out in a lot of things: birthdays, funerals, family gatherings, lots of very social things. These were things that I never cared about, most likely never attending even if I had that day off. I just didn’t like interacting with others.

However, there was one event that I missed, and I still hate myself for missing it.

“Rebecca, look! Junior’s walking!”

My husband kept saying those words in the video of our son struggling to walk across the carpet. I couldn’t help but cry, not because I was happy, but because I wasn’t there.

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Hide in the Cafeteria

I was still trying to recover from the embarrassment that happened on Monday. I never heard a response from William, so I have a feeling he thinks I’m crazy or weird. Honestly, I wouldn’t blame him–I’m somebody beneath his sophisticated caliber.

And on top of that, I haven’t seen him all day, so he must be avoiding me. Then again, I’ve been trying to avoid him myself. Maybe I was doing a good job of staying out of line of sight. I hope it stays that way for another week or two.

I needed to find Julia to see if maybe she saw him anytime today. I hope lunch today will be loud and busy enough to be a distraction, just in case William happened to be there.

I ignored her question, replying with one of my own, “Is he in here?”

“Who?”

“You’re really stuck on trying to avoid him as much as possible, huh?”

If she was in my position, Julia would want to do the same thing.

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100 Word Story – Weakling

He kept crying, his eyes an endless waterfall of tears. It started to get on my nerves.

I leaned in and punched him right in his face, “Man up and stop crying like a baby.” I watched him for a moment to see how he’d react. Now, aside from crying even harder, his nose was crooked and bled to no end. I sighed, grabbing his nose and straightening it. He screamed out in pain, twitching uncontrollably.

Seeing him so weak, all I could do was watch him die, disgusted at his lack of resolve.

“I should just kill you now.”

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Volume Control

I think over the course of one minute, the guy’s hand was flailing in front of my face at least twenty times. Even if I was looking down at my screen, just minding my own business, a few of his fingers would pop up in my line-of-sight.

“Dude, I like them with the fat ass! Like, this big!”

Just from the conversation alone, I could tell why his hand appeared in my sight again. With my head still down at my phone I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw the guy—bald head, wearing a beige leather coat and an opened button-up shirt—leaning back with his arms as wide as possible. He kept going on and on, talking about how he’d like to have a chance to have sex with a woman with an ass that large. In his right hand was a half-full glass of dark beer, his fingers barely keeping a grip on it. The guys on the other side of him we’re laughing at his conquest.

The man let out a burp before he came back onto the bar counter, “I-I see you laughin,’ but I’m real! I’ll stick my dick in a big-ass ass.” He took a big swig of his beer and slammed it back down. He took in a big gasp and yelled out, “I’ll find a chick like that—I like big butts!”

I wanted to discreetly listen in on the conversation for as long as I could, but I couldn’t help but to turn my head and look to my right. I could feel my eyes squinting, in confusion at the drunk man next to me. My brain tried to keep up with the conversation, but he quickly jumped back and forth from talking about asses and the laughing person next to him.

You are one strange, bald man.

Originally, I had came to the bar to just relax and unwind from a stressful day at work—a common thing to do. I just wanted to have a nice drink and browse around on my phone for an hour or two, maybe chat it up with one of the bartenders for a bit. Never did I imagine I’d hear such a strange conversation going on next to me. And yet, I couldn’t get enough. Before I knew it, I had my drink tight in my hand as I continued to listen to the drunk man, not even trying to hide the fact that I was listening.

I laughed at the thought, it’s great that he can’t control the volume of his voice. More comedy gold for me.

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Drinks with Shelia [18+]

Shelia slid the drink in front of me and I immediately took a few sips, trying to get past the harsh alcohol in my mouth. The bar was loud as always, but that was something I’m used to.

But when I first went inside, I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something didn’t feel right. The place was still crowded, the food smelled good, and alcohol was flying all around.

So, what was different today?

Sheila had a big grin on her face, hands on her hips.

“What?” I asked. “Somethin’ on mah face?”

Shelia laughed loudly, fixing her tank top to be more suited for work, “Yeah, I know. I can’t wait for this shift to be over. I have a lot more I want to do to you.”

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100 Word Story – Hold Up

Police was all around me, surely surrounding the building from every possible exit. The sound of helicopter blades whirled overhead, and the local media was trying to cover the entire event from safety behind the barricade of cars out front.

I pointed my gun at one of the tellers, “You, redhead. Get over here!”

It was a man, and he readily followed my instructions, knowing his life was in danger if he didn’t listen. When he got in front of me I smacked him across the face with the pistol and grabbed his neck, holding him close.”

“Follow me, bitch.”

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Binocular Overwatch

It was just another day out on the town, looking around for anybody else still living in the streets. Although I knew the streets like the back of my hand, I decided to play it safe and observe from a nearby rooftop.

I dropped my rifle down next to me, and leaned against the edge of the room, looking down at the streets below.

From the corner of my eye I saw something speeding down the street, somebody struggling inside of a car.

I put my binoculars down for a moment and tapped my earpiece, “Found another loner. Engage?”

“Like I said, Nao, it’s your call.”

“Roger that.”

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100 Word Story – Show Me

Veronica dropped to her knees and held onto my hips, burying her face in my stomach, her cries muffed against my sweatshirt. She continued pleading for forgiveness, digging her nails into my hips.

All romantic feelings I had for her were quickly dying off, my eyes now seeing her as nothing but an unnecessary person in my life. I grabbed a clump of her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her watery eyes to look up at me.

She begged, “Please, Sheryl, give me another chance! I promise I won’t mess up!”

“Show me your phone,” I scowled. “Now.”

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Trash Bag

I was tired of hearing is constant complaining , his insistent pestering about the most minor things around the house. The longer I was stuck with him, the more I could feel myself going insane.

Tonight was the night that I finally snapped. He came down to the kitchen after showering, complaining that I was still cleaning up in the kitchen instead of meeting him in our bedroom. He was so bother that I wasn’t waiting across the bed, waiting for him to defile my body again, that he actually didn’t care that the kitchen was dirty.

That was fine. The kitchen was about to be dirty again. This time, he was going to be the one who left behind a big mess.

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