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I found a gold ring on the beach with my metal detector. It still had a severed finger attached to it. "Well, shit. No wonder why she cut off his finger. I'd be pissed too if my wedding ring wasn't pure gold."
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Fiction
"What about this one?" She looked to the volunteer. "Him? Oh, you don't want him. He's already been returned before." "Why's that? What's so bad about him?"
The beauty it is to understand The beauty it is to comprehend The beauty it is to think clearly The beauty it is to let it be
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
A mile away from the party, she giggled tugging him along. His heart pounding in his chest, he knew that she was risky, but never thought that she was this extreme.
Gazing from their realm, Raqib and Atid watched as she struggled, recording her every action. Perturbed at her suffering, Raqib turned to the cosmos, beseeching, "Why must you cause her so much suffering?"
With aching fingers, his knuckles cracked, popping with every movement. The inflammation pained him, taking every ounce of strength to hold back his tears.
First, it's warmth Blind, deaf, but its warm It's warm all around me Then I taste Fluid rushed into my mouth. It's sweet. It's viscous, thick, but watery.
"Scissors." "Scissors." "Sewing thread." "Sewing thread." The sweat was beading off of Dr. Zahir's head. The pressure's never been higher for him before. One wrong move, could cost him more than his job.
"The coast looks clear. Alright, time to go." Tiptoeing down the stairs, I made sure to tread lightly on the balls of my feet.
Stirring the boiling pot of clam chowder, she gave it a small taste test before reaching for the spice cabinet. Slamming the door open, her son came barging in, "Mom! Mom! It's Emmanuel! We've got to help him, Mom!"
"Well look, if it isn't Mr. Salvation Army. What else did you manage to salvage today, besides your self dignity?" "I'll take it you've never learned to run your motor, since your mouth does all the running for you."
"How precious. How tiny," she marveled at the creature within her hands. Without warning, the door swung open as Timothy strode in. "Annett! You must get rid of it!"
