My name is Javier El Guapo, and I thought I was the most passionate lover on Earth. I’m muscular, have long flowing hair, ride horses and seduced many women. And a few men. I have never been satisfied in a relationship because nobody has ever been able to match my passion. It was last Tuesday. I met a woman María La Perra Hermosa. We made wild love. I fell in love with her instantly. We had such great chemistry together. We went camping and made s’mores, the late night passion was genuinely amazing. Finally, someone who was made for me.
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Alex H Mittelman
I love writing and just finished my first novel. Writing since I was nine. I’m on the autism spectrum but that doesn’t stop me! If you like my stories, click the heart, leave a comment. Link to book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQZVM6WJ
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The Cursed Mood Ring
I was at the carnival. I won a mood ring and put it on. I liked the way it glimmered. It started to turn red but I wasn’t angry. Then I was. I started smashing things and screaming at my mother. “Why are you angry?” She asked. “I don’t know, I think it’s this ring. It’s controlling my mood and I hate everything,” I said. “It’s cursed” the carny said and laughed. My mother grabbed the ring and ripped it off. “Finally I feel better,” I said. My mother showed me her finger, and now it was stuck on her.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
"Hear Me Out"
"Hear me out, what if we ran away together?" "Where do you want to go?" "Anywhere but here. We could move to a new city or to Canada, or we could disappear from society to live in the middle of the woods. Maybe a combination of two of those things would be good. What do you say?"
By Kay Husnick7 days ago in Fiction
The Pot Boiling Over
Once, there was a pot of about 340 million drops and droplets. Most of them would like to think they lived together peacefully for decades, but that wasn’t true. Different regions struggled, sometimes fought, with each other. And the mainstreams still often pursued and attacked the minorities. Law enforcers sometimes pushed minority drops out of the pot, never to be seen again.
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Awww, they're made for each other!
A happy love story...a great change of pace for the fiction challenge. Well done!!!