Rake
A Cheeky Limerick Regarding Sodomy
Away, it would seem, I ought hie,
For my falsehoods and untruths belie,
Having fucked all ten lasses
Each one in their asses,
So the cuckolds wish me to die.
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Samuel Andrew Milner
There's not much to tell about me. Maybe I should get out more.
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Fenghuang
EVERY NIGHT AT MIDNIGHT, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Thick cumulonimbuses, brimming with electricity, yet porous and aetherial. And in the clouds, undulating rhythmically, singing long, deep ballads of love, like a pulse trembling in the atmosphere, were the whales swimming in the wind. Through the roseate and chartreuse streaks, and the waves of damson and cerulean that lit up the night, one could tell there was a grand pod in the heavens. Judging from the assortment of blowholes and flukes seen in the aurora, splashing and skipping along the edges of the clouds like stones, from mature and younger couples and calves alike, this night would bring a spectacular symphony. Often the tune was wistful, but this chorus was a hearty, even sprightly one. And everywhere in the valley, the people would be sung to sleep by the lullabies.
By Samuel Andrew Milnerabout a year ago in Fiction
The Longest Minute
A minute. Sixty seconds to say goodbye. That’s all the time that I had left with him as the needle slid into his leg. I stared into his drooping eyes, looked at the blood-tainted saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. They said that this was the best thing that we could do for him, a last kind act for a best friend…but if that were the case, then why did my heart feel so heavy?
By Stephanie Hoogstad5 days ago in Fiction
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