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Morning Chat Time
I rolled over and smacked the alarm clock for the second time, willing it to please give me just ten more minutes. It’s going to be a hell of a day, and I do not want to go to work. Satisfied that the alarm would obey me, I snuggled back under the covers.
By Minerva McAlister8 years ago in Filthy
Descent into Darkness Chapter Four
Aerion, Aesteria 1871 Rayvn looked away from them, turning her heated gaze out the window of the carriage. The night seemed to stretch on before them, beckoning her with endless possibilities. Not only could she hear the constant clip-clop of the horses' hooves but she could distinctly pick out each beasts' individual heartbeat as well as the heartbeat of the driver. The sound of the man's blood, rushing through his veins made her all the more thirsty, her throat tightened and her gums began to ache as if she were teething for the first time. The rest of their party chatted idly, as of nothing had happened.
By Carolynn Reynolds8 years ago in Filthy
Sofia: Part 3
Eddie Colon, the chief of police on the island, exited the interrogation room and Sofia braced herself for his infamous disapproving glare. He'd be smart to be nice to her. Considering the only reason he even had a job here was all her doing. He had an excellent arrest record in New York, which had housed most of the people on the island until the roads and the tarmac, and the houses were rebuilt. He made sure everyone had been accounted for and the ones who weren't he offered fundraisers to help with funeral costs. Eddie Colon was a patriot to the island, just like she was, despite them being on the opposite sides of the law.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
No Filter: Part Two
DAY TWO Early In the morning, Sam realized that Lloyd was not on the ship, he was on the field, analyzing the rocks, vegetation and the air. He joined him after few minutes. They both sat in silence, no conversation almost the whole day. In the evening they sat at the table sharing a bottle of whisky and a pack of smokes.
By Denis Flavius8 years ago in Filthy
Sofia: Part 1
"Are you here to kill me, Sofia?" he asked, with his smug grin in tact and a gun aimed at her face. While the idea had crossed her mind, she couldn't afford to start a war on someone else's territory. Not yet at least. She needed to get her people back on their feet as soon as possible if she expected them to fight back against the impending enemies coming to claim their island. She warned them her coming back home wasn't a good idea. It would cause them to be an unnecessary target against their Caribbean neighbors, Haiti, Dominican Republic and the Virgin Islands. Sofia hadn't exactly left the best of impressions between their gang leaders before she got herself locked up for five years.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Engineering Body Heat
It was the first day of my Freshman class in Introduction to Aeronautical Engineering 101 and I was truly anxious for the rigors of what may lay ahead academically that semester. I, along with the other incoming students, filed in to the empty desks in the multi-level room. We waited for the professor to show up to commence with Syllabus discussion and of what would be expected of us as the semester wore on.
By Velia Sanders8 years ago in Filthy
She, Beautifully, Tore My Tenderness
8:02 I finally reached my place. The front seatt was empty. “Where is sh…” I could not finish my thought and her appearance made me smile unconsciously. To me, she seems so beautiful, so ostentatious, so different from ordinary girls. I cannot understand why no one is as disturbed as I am by the clicking of her heels on the floor. Her skin is as pure as a wedding dress. I cannot understand why no one else’s heart is intimidated by her mysterious veils. I cannot miss a single movement, a gesture, laughter, without my blood starting to sing. Yet I cannot dare to blow a word towards her because I am scared. I am scared that once I approach her, I will break the spell. She sits down right in front of me. Her perfume always tickles my senses, rebooting my brain, making me fall in love every single day.
By Denis Flavius8 years ago in Filthy
Love Shadows: Part 9
A warm and soft touch pulled Lena away from her deep slumber. Her vision was out of focus, but her body was on high alert as her visitor began to caress the tender flesh between her thighs. She grew wet instantly, allowing herself to indulge in the dream her subconscious surrounded her with. The lights were still off and the blinds covered a good portion of light, but her internal clock told her it was already morning in the real world. Still, she swam in the darkness of her room and felt her body come alive as Quinn's hands continued their quest.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
