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“Dear Mr. Brody” by A.M. Johnson - Review
Parker, I never meant for any of this to happen, to fall for you. It doesn't matter that we're both adults, or how much we want this to work. The college policy is clear. I can't see a way around this without one of us getting hurt. If I would’ve known who you were when we met online, I would have never pursued a relationship. I'm new to all of this, and besides my daughter, getting to know you has been the best thing to ever happen to me. But I can't make you hide again. I won't. It's not fair to either of us.
This One's Just For You
Pierre still lay motionless on the bed when Annette returned. Finding and grabbing the sharpest knife she owned, Annette rushed to Pierre's bedside and grabbed his limp wrist. Finding what she hoped to be a suitable vein, she used the knife to open it, inserted one end of the hollow stem, and then taped the stem in place. Then, gritting her teeth, she opened a vein in her own wrist, inserted the other end of the stem, and taped it in place. Then she held her arm slightly above Pierre's, allowing gravity to slowly deliver her blood containing the toxin-fighting agent into his bloodstream.
Sticky Shattered Glass Pieces
I reached Yoongi's house and rang his doorbell as I waited for him to answer the door. He came up to the door looking like he was just woken up from an afternoon nap. I smiled in small looking at his grogginess and his pout on his face having his sleep disturbed. I know he did not like people disturbing him from his sleep and I immediately felt guilty for doing that.
Little Women: If Beth Had Lived 5
"It's only me!" Laurie laughed. He had just opened the bathroom door, causing Beth to jump as if a firecracker had just gone off.
This isn’t where I thought I would ever take my brand when I first started. Never did I think I would bring in just one person, let alone have a threesome on camera. But here we are, waiting for our third party to come in and bring more eyes to what is now our site.
Lately my time seemed to revolve around binge watching television series and smoking weed to ease the tension. This had become a routine in the past few weeks, as the summer came to an end and the reality of colder weather was turning into reality. The idea of a harsh winter was overwhelming, thinking about the lack of sun kissing my skin and creating a sense of warmth. Tonight, I needed to distract myself from the negativity and just unwind from the hectic traffic happening inside my brain. My mind was racing, as per most days, and the idea of forgetting it all was very tempting. As the minutes ticked forward on the clock, I tuned into the music channel and let the sounds take over my body. Suddenly the sounds of soulful music running through the speakers began transcending into my veins and my soul was being transported into another dimension. Then, out of nowhere, my ears caught on to a strange vibration in the air and that’s when I realized my phone was ringing. My eyes shifted towards my cellphone laying on the counter, it was Jamie, as if she had almost timed to call me when I was finally falling into a trance. When I finally gathered myself, I answered the phone and Jamie just bombarded me with the possibility of exploring the woods. Jamie had just bought some new stock from her seller and wanted to go try it out in the quiet area she had just discovered. Jamie spent the next few minutes trying to convince me of joining her shenanigans. Finally, after much hesitation, there was no escaping and agreed to meeting her at the edge of the forest in an hour.
My mom was French and she named me Bonaparte. A couple of individuals know that because as far back as I can recollect I've been called Bo. I'm in my late fifties and truly considering exiting the workforce from my five-day, everyday occupation as territorial supervisor of a significant distributer. My significant other, Rita, is a realtor. She regularly is away from home nights, week-closes, and often short-term to go to classes. We've been hitched right around 26 years.
I want to run into your arms to touch only you to meet the sunrise with you to be only yours In the night... To love you until sunrise
It's a wonder as they say, How the heart flutters in the moment's abysmal pull, so deep and entrenched. I gazed upon your long locks in the alabaster hallway
Journal Entry: Mon. Feb. 7th 2022
Monday February 7th 2022 I have the weirdest dream in the middle of the night about a Gladiatorial Arena where all the gladiators are butt naked with razor blades attached to their penises. It's a bloodbath.
Curse of the Moon
D´nai I knew what he was turning into and I wanted him to feel safe. I wrapped my arms around him to let him know he was not alone. ¨You dumbass, don´t touch me!¨ he said ¨Just calm down¨ I told him. He only got bigger with every passing hour. Soon, he was twice my size and a full-on werewolf. ¨You´re not alone Mr. Daveys. I´m here Beau.”
The Bread of Aset
And so they told the Story of Aset. The Goddess was often represented as the perfect traditional Egyptian wife and mother— wise enough to stay in the background while things went well, but able to use her wits to guard her loved ones and adherents should the need arise. The shelter she afforded her children gave her the character of a goddess of protection, but her chief aspect was that of a great magician, whose power transcended that of all other deities.