Sanshine K Malama
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Stories (8/0)
Letters to my daughter
Dear Bubbles, I must first begin by letting you know why this letter contains no name. The following reasons apply: 1. You may not identify as a particular gender. Lord knows what I must prepare for. I imagine it is a little beyond what I view as right in my era; but I am excited to learn! The very first point is to tell you that I love you; any form you are. Bubbles is my favourite word because, who doesn't like bubbles?
By Sanshine K Malama3 years ago in Families
Step Into Hell With Me
Damien slammed the door behind him and was about to ascend the stairs when his mate Alan interfered. “Yo man what’s going on? Who pissed in your coffee?” he asked half joking and half concerned. They had not been friends for long, however, they had bonded over their love for mind altering products.
By Sanshine K Malama3 years ago in Filthy
Step Into Hell With Me
I could have sworn that I had already told her the story. She looks baffled, so I tell her, anyway. “Aunt Joy, I am not yet married” she rolls her eyes at me “But I am seeing someone,” I continue ignoring the trouble that her eyes are having of returning to their rightful place. I wait a minute, allowing the sentence to marinade the last ingredient of melodramatic aunty Joy. She does not disappoint.
By Sanshine K Malama3 years ago in Humans
Step Into Hell With Me
There is a lot to be said for pretending. It can help you escape a multitude of pain. You know exactly what I am talking about. You go to bed one night and, just before you fall asleep, you remember a moment when you were severely embarrassed. You shake your head, abruptly gently, and, in the blink of an eye, you pretend it never happened.
By Sanshine K Malama3 years ago in Humans
Step Into Hell With Me
He had been talking for hours – I exaggerate, 30 minutes at most but that velvety smooth voice sounded like perfect jazz serenading onlookers each at a time. He swooped his hand through his dark hair which fell carefree to his right cheekbone. The rest of the hair was kept short so that only this section of hair remained, just enough to keep one’s attention as the mind travelled with the hand, praying for success in taming this unruly, sexy section.
By Sanshine K Malama3 years ago in Humans