Starbucks Quxxn
Stories (3/0)
ICOY 3
Sunlight turns the inside of my eyelids orange, and Sam's cologne stains my lungs. I lie in bed, feeling firm and warm arms around my waist. I feel breaths brush my nose, tickling my skin. I open my eyes and see Sam watching me. "Hey," he says lightly, his lips puckering.
By Starbucks Quxxn3 years ago in Filthy
ICOY 2
I rush to a green apple and dark wood kitchen, feeling my pounding heartbeat. I grab a used pot from the cluttered sink, and kneel on the floor, having a sentimental struggle. "Fuck! " I grunt, taking in a shuddering breath, before placing my phone on the floor and using the pot in my other hand to demolish it. I bang the screen in five times, hearing the glass shatter, seeing the metal under-workings.
By Starbucks Quxxn3 years ago in Filthy
ICOY 1
My phone pings atop a kitchen's counter. Text: What the fuck you mean you don't have it yet? Milk spills from a bowl in my hands, splattering to the floor, as I lean over to read the new text. Who is this?? I mentally ask the random contact in my messenger. Just delete. No, say, "you have the wrong number. No, just leave it alone. I continue eating my bowl of Lucky Charms. I liked to have the marshmallows outnumber the cereal. I always pluck out the hard pieces for a bit before being satisfied. I devour the bowl of sweet crunch like the damn hulk. When done, I tilt the bowl and sip the fruity milk. While gulping it down, another ping comes from my phone. Text: Use this card: 5891 5200 6731 7509, 734 04/2021 get the shit!
By Starbucks Quxxn3 years ago in Filthy