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Mushroom Troll
It was Halloween night, and Juliette was ready for Trick or Treating. This year, Mother was going to let Juliette go by herself. She was so excited to be considered one of the big kids finally. Juliette had even picked out a cool Troll costume to wear. She loved the pointed ears it came with and would probably wear them all year long.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Jacked
Zac and Matt were bored, so they rode their bikes to Hammond’s Pumpkin Patch on State Highway 412. They figured they could stop at the truck stop to pick up some energy drinks and snacks. They could spend a few hours at the patch before returning home if they left now.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Autumn Nuptuls. Content Warning.
Bethany was sitting in her room, going over her checkbook. She would have sat in the kitchen to do this, but she was avoiding her ass of a mother. Bethany hoped she’d have enough money to move into the new condominiums in town. Bethany couldn’t wait to leave this hellhole that her fatass mother was the keeper of.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Gassed. Content Warning.
My wife and I ate dinner at some high-class restaurant in town. There were about fifteen other couples inside, eating as well. Everyone was enjoying their meal and minding their own business. There were just enough workers here tonight to keep things running smoothly. It would be a perfect date night for my wife and me, I remember thinking.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
The Lights
Felicia was walking home from studying at her best friend Bridgitte’s house. It was only 7:30, but it had gotten dark earlier, so it seemed later than it was. She wasn’t used to this later curfew that her parents had given her since she turned 12 and was a little nervous walking the block and a half back to her house.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Campfire Stories
Campfire stories. We have all heard them. We have all told at least one. They send chills down our spines, making us scared to sleep at night. Parents, siblings, friends, and camp counselors have told us. The scarier they are, the more we love them.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Writers
