thWrtr

Joined February 2021

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The Thirst
The sun was unrelenting. It was supposedly the hottest day on record, and Hailey Greene believed it. She was lucky enough to find a spot under an umbrella, but even in the soft shadow, the heat seeped into her bones. Beads of sweat had become permanent residents on her brow, and she had never been so thirsty in all her life.
By thWrtr7 months ago in Horror
The Thirst
The room was cold. But that wasn’t why the goose bumps covered her arms, or why the hairs on the back of her neck refused to lay flat. Her palms were sweaty — had her palms ever been sweaty? Maybe once, when she was a teenager, holding her boyfriend’s hand for the first time.
By thWrtr7 months ago in Horror
Don’t Take it Off
The first time he saw me in a dress, I knew all of the things he had told me before, about how beautiful I was, about how sexy I was, about how much he wanted me all the time, were true. I saw it in his eyes. The way he stared at me, even licked his lips when he thought I wasn’t watching.
By thWrtr7 months ago in Filthy
Different Expectations
Nathan hadn’t had much luck in the dating department lately. It had been a few weeks since he’d been out, so when Amber agreed to meet up for a lunch “date“, he jumped at the opportunity. He knew from past efforts that a lunch date didn’t necessarily bode well for the future, but he didn’t care.
By thWrtr7 months ago in Filthy
Just Swipe Right
When I started online dating, I had already heard plenty of horror stories. Most of my friends and colleagues told me they hated it, the very idea of it. The window shopping of the whole thing. They despised the apps and wanted to throw their phones into the ocean for all the good the swiping did them.
By thWrtr7 months ago in Filthy
A Trench Coat Surprise. Content Warning.
"You think that's sexy?" Ben looked up from the stack of papers he was grading, eyes glancing back down at the magazine that sat between them on the kitchen table, before he looked into his girlfriend's eyes. "I mean, yeah? You don't?"
By thWrtr7 months ago in Filthy
The Dance. Content Warning.
After a few months of dating, we settled into a routine. He knew he didn’t have to, but he still text me before he was on his way over. More often than not he’d even ask if it was okay. I always told him it was, even teased him about it more often than not, but it was endearing.
By thWrtr8 months ago in Filthy
Keep Playing. Content Warning.
During our first date, as we sat at a small table in a bustling pizza place, I randomly brought up that I play video games. She had smiled at me in a way that I would grow to recognize as an indicator she thought I was adorable, albeit misguided for one reason or another, but still adorable, and then changed the subject.
By thWrtr8 months ago in Filthy
Recall. Content Warning.
I wake up the same way I have for the last three months, on the mornings I was lucky enough to get any sleep at all the night before. With a memory. Not a dream —I don’t remember my dreams anymore— but a recollection of how my days used to start so often.
By thWrtr8 months ago in Filthy
The Reminder. Content Warning.
I waited for her outside the hotel where her childhood best friend was staying. It was Halloween night and, thankfully, they had called it early due to her pseudo nephew growing too tired to keep going house to house. We lived in a small enough town that folks from all over the state made the drive just so their kids could have a safe place after the sun went down.
By thWrtr8 months ago in Filthy
The People You Meet. Content Warning.
It felt good to tease him. I couldn't tell you why, exactly. Maybe because I hadn't been allowed to for so long. So long. She only dated him for three months before she decided she wanted to take a bartender home instead.
By thWrtr8 months ago in Filthy
Caught in the Middle. Content Warning.
She hadn't been attracted to him at the start. Had barely even noticed him, really. She'd been so focused on her work, on completing her latest portfolio for the gallery, that she hadn't been thinking about anything else. Especially not a guy. And certainly not the guy who had just moved into the apartment across from hers with a young woman about half her age.
By thWrtr8 months ago in Filthy