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Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehla day ago in Fiction
The Wannabe Supermodel Rulebook. Content Warning.
Before we begin, I must be clear: your chances of succeeding in this cutthroat industry are slim to nihilistic nil. Nevertheless, as the head of Models Maximal, I am obligated to outline the 49 rules for overnight success.
By Edward Swafford5 days ago in Fiction
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)3 days ago in Fiction
Let's Don't Do This
"I just can't do this anymore..." "Do what?" What can't you do? Put gas in your own car? I swear to God you make me take care of everything, don't you? You know I'm on my way to work right now but that never stops you from bothering me, does it?"
By Shirley Belk4 days ago in Fiction
The Trouble With Interdimensional Travel
So, for Christmas, I got an interdimensional portal machine. It doesn't take up as much room as you might imagine. A little bigger than your average laptop, actually, so it slides under my sofa neatly when I’m not using it. Very safe. Very convenient. There is also a suit, like a wetsuit, but much smaller and thinner. It's extraordinarily stretchy. I roll that up and tuck it in the back of the dresser drawer.
By L.C. Schäfer7 days ago in Fiction
The Varkaat
I should have been afraid. Alright, I was afraid. But my fear was nothing compared to my shame. Watching her do her duty as a soldier, when I knew mine, made me feel like a fraud. She wasn't just efficient and organized and lethal. She killed our disgusting enemies with style. I was quite sure that she was showing off, just to, "help me to overcome my natural tendency to make anthropocentric judgments."
By D. J. Reddall8 days ago in Fiction






