Amanda .

Joined September 2018

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I'm a 19-year-old college student who likes to write stories about love and horror, sometimes both mashed into one.

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Your Sweetest Lies
"I'm starving," I said as my stomach began to growl in response. He looked over at me and his eyes grew wide. "I completely forgot to get you some food!" he exclaimed. "I'll go order a pizza, how's that sound? I'm really sorry." He was very apologetic, he must have really felt sorry for forgetting. I smiled.
By Amanda .7 years ago in Filthy
Your Sweetest Lies
"So tell me about yourself," he asked calmly. He sat cross-legged beside me on the cold, hard ground where we had just finished having sex.
By Amanda .7 years ago in Filthy
Your Sweetest Lies
I bit my lip and looked down at the cold cement floor, hoping he would stop doing this to me. "Don't pretend to be all shy now. I know how you are. You're not the shy girl, you're the party girl. The girl who isn't afraid to get a little dirty." The way he said dirty made my skin crawl. He doesn't know me. He doesn't know a thing about me. Why do I feel so guilty all of a sudden though?
By Amanda .7 years ago in Filthy
Your Sweetest Lies
I couldn't talk. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't speak. I didn't even know where I was because my eyesight was blocked by something. All I knew was I was somewhere cold and musty. The air was thick and smelled old and dirty. I was sitting on something. A wooden chair, most likely. I wiggled around to check my assumption. I was right, it was a wooden chair. There was also something wrapped tightly around my wrists, some sort of fabric I was assuming.
By Amanda .7 years ago in Filthy
Every Touch (Pt. 2)
Finally, we got to my new house. The house wasn't huge. It was a two-bedroom, one-bathroom home. I didn't need a big house, nor did I want one. The house was cold when we walked inside. I shivered and wrapped my sweater tighter around my body.
By Amanda .7 years ago in Filthy
Every Touch (Pt. 1)
I wish I could say I liked moving. You'd think moving to a new area would be exciting and refreshing but for me, it wasn't. Moving, to me, means unpacking and heavy lifting which are things I don't like doing. What also makes my move terrible is the fact that it's almost October. October means snow, and snow means cold. I don't like the cold.
By Amanda .7 years ago in Filthy

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