Benett S

Joined July 2021

0 stories

Bio

Completely given up on the chance of winning any challenges. There's possibly some sort of hidden rule which bans guys with huge dicks from winning. My investigation has not yet concluded.. .

Stories (11/0)

Sans You
"I think we need some space" she said, As if we both agreed, Then looked away and took her hand, As I melted subtly.
By Benett S4 months ago in Poets
My (short) Time Imprisoned
Do I love the police? No. Do I like the police? Not really. Time is the most valuable commodity there is; so valuable, in fact, that it is hails from the realm of the priceless. If you ask an old woman on her deathbed whether she'd rather have a bank full of money or six extra hours of life, there is only one thing she will choose. In fact, our salaries and wages that we earn are based solely on how much our time is worth.
By Benett S3 years ago in Criminal
Rest easy, Little One
A young boy lay silent reading a book, but ready to go to sleep soon though, When something disturbed him - a sound like a tap - on the glass outside of his window.
By Benett S3 years ago in Poets
Injustice
I've always thought it strange, What happened late that night, When the moon rose proud and mighty, And the stars hung high and bright.
By Benett S3 years ago in Poets
Ain't No Tears For a G
Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Jimmy sat on the edge of his bed and lit a cigarette, taking in puff after puff, as he watched the smoke snake towards the chipped dirty ceiling in thin slow tendrils, swimming around the dull green emergency light.
By Benett S3 years ago in Fiction
Caged
You can do it, bro!' 'Oh for god's sake!' Benett retorted frustratedly, 'it's not like I haven't tried! Getting into the top stories is like panning for diamonds when you have no hands'.
By Benett S3 years ago in Fiction
Too Young to Wilt
The thick green grass of the hill was dotted with explosions of colour, as wildflowers of every shape and size danced around the glade. Like the fingers of a waking giant emerging from the earth, huge ancient trees circled the palm of the meadow, kindly offering shade with their canopies.
By Benett S3 years ago in Fiction
A King and a Jester
A king summoned his jester one late summer's eve, and he told his old friend with a sigh, 'My road has soon to come to its end, but I'm scared of the fact that I'll die.
By Benett S3 years ago in Poets
The Water's Just Right
For there to be a cause and reason to every event in life, would be to suggest that we live in a fair universe. It would be to ignore the capricious nature of our fellow inhabitants, and to let optimism usurp our realities.
By Benett S3 years ago in Fiction
The Private
The Private A red hand: she soars and she sings and she flies, As the red and the white court the blues of the sky.
By Benett S3 years ago in Poets
Welcome to Paradise
6 inches of steel. Hardened, of course. Serrated blade. Mahogany handle. As I sat, kneeling, in coarse, biting gravel, I could feel every one of those 6 inches buried deep in my shoulder. It was bleeding, no doubt – I could feel the thick crimson elixir of life slowly trickling down my back – but I couldn’t see it. I still had the sack over my head; my own little face prison which smelled of vomit.
By Benett S3 years ago in Fiction

Benett S

Bio

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Sans You

My (short) Time Imprisoned

Rest easy, Little One

Injustice

Ain't No Tears For a G

Caged

Too Young to Wilt

A King and a Jester

The Water's Just Right

The Private

Welcome to Paradise

Stories (11/0)