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A Heavy Truth
“No one can hold you accountable now. So, you can tell me the truth. Did you kill him?” The old woman’s skin blushed slightly in response to the question. “I won’t tell anyone if you did,” the young woman encouraged. The old woman considered, blinking slowly, but opted for a singular, “No.” Her breath heavy with the weight of her approaching end, she squeezed her granddaughter’s hand, and watched the young woman’s pooling tears spill onto her cheeks. She smiled, “I knew it.” The old woman sighed. Sometimes lies are the greatest gift we can give to those we love. It’s been a minute…or two. I’ve decided to inch my…
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Fire
She held the ashes in her hand, a small fragment of the life she’d thought mattered more than it did. A child cried at her feet. A man with a furrowed brow stood behind her, his shaking palms resting on her shoulders. Wind blew the scent of smoke down the valley and out to the ocean. And the manic scream of sirens grew louder as they approached. All their worldly possessions burned, the swirling flames hungrily consuming and sneering back at her. But she smiled down at the crying child. Everything that mattered was here beside her. Touching her. Breathing. Join in… The 💯 Story Challenge You can follow…
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Lucky 7
“Now you really are my lucky seven.” Brow furrowed, stealing my tenuous after-glow, “I thought you said I was your first?” He offered a backpedaling smile that implicated him and dismissed me. “Oh come on, you knew that wasn’t true.” I had. And in that moment, I dismissed myself, too. I pushed the lie aside, slipped into the tiny trailer bathtub, and washed away the scent of 16-year-old sex: a mix of fear, hope, expectation, and disappointment. He held me as I traced the cracks in the tile with my toe and stared at the 7-shaped scar on my ankle. This is another autobiographical tale. The full story can…
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Regret
Before I opened my eyes, I already knew something was wrong. The smell was off. A black, heavy feeling, like a bowling ball on my stomach, held me to the bed. The wrong man snored quietly next to me. My ex’s best friend. It all rushed back. The beer. The too-fast drive into the woods to shake off the break-up. But, why had he offered that? A rancid taste in my mouth. He stirred. Saying nothing, we dressed, drank coffee, and left the apartment. The dead cat in the grass outside summed up just how I felt at that moment. So this one is actually autobiographical. I really did…
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Forever
Even with all the photos surrounding her…the albums…boxes of loose Polaroids…she still couldn’t seem to keep track of his face. She was losing him. The details. The feel of his 5 o’clock shadow against her face when he kissed her hello. The smell of his cologne wafting behind him. His razor still sat next to the sink. Toothbrush dry in the cup. Suit laid out on the bed. Ready to be worn. Forever. She’d had a different forever in mind. Placing her hand on her belly, she felt a kick and hoped he would look like him. So she’d never forget. Join in… The 💯 Story Challenge You can…
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Double Agent
(Image source: istock.com) “You want this, don’t you?” Reaching into her cleavage, she pulled out a hint of wire. Winking, she continued, “Touch me, Mr. President. I don’t mind.” They’re trying to trap you. A warning in blue ink on a napkin next to her half-empty Manhattan. “I’m a married man.” “When has that ever stopped you?” “Just about every time.” “Just about?” “Not gonna lie, I’ve been tempted. Katherine knows all about my…missteps. I’ve nothing to hide.” Reaching across the table, he took the mic into his palm, dropped it into her drink, and kissed her. “Thanks, doll. I owe you.” Join in… The 💯 Story Challenge…
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Bullseye
(Image Creator: Sami Sert | Credit: Getty Images) “Do not mistake any of this for kindness, my dear.” He hands her a glass. “I simply want to be the one who breaks you.” Night after night, she looks up at him, takes his offering, and prays for escape. Her wide eyes mist, bare skin trembling. Naked, on her knees, ankles bound with thick deck rope, she sips the wine, hoping he’ll provide enough to dull her senses. Setting the bottle down, he turns toward the open porthole, inhaling the salt air like a man with nothing to lose. She hurls the bottle before he can even exhale. Bullseye. I’ve been off the challenge for…
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The Interview (15/100)
“I am sooooo sorry! I assumed it was a euphemism!” “No. It was not a euphemism. We’re really looking for an ‘erection engineer’. And you should have worked past the title to the description before you put your name in the running.” “I’ve already contact HR. I guess I’ll have to call them back and let them know it was my mistake, sir.” “That would probably be a good idea.” Her hand firmly gripped the base of his hard, exposed cock. She’d engineered that perfectly. But, then…she was a very, very good wife. Interview role-plays were some of his favorite. Join in… The 💯 Story Challenge You can follow the…
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The First Time (14/100)
free image source: freepik.com He placed a wad of bills on the nightstand, and she spread her legs in response, looking up with a calmness that belied her fear. She reached between them to unbuckle his belt, his cock bulging to the brink of splitting his zipper. Just a few thrusts was all it took, and he was re-buckling his belt, re-positioning his hat, tipping it in her direction with a wordless grunt before he slipped out the hotel room door. She wondered if he could tell he was her first…come and gone so quickly he hadn’t even taken off his scuffed up boots. The idea is that we…
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After (13/100)
free image source: freepik.com After he left the room, she sat there in the heavy silence looking at the ring on the table through his untouched glass of Scotch. The amber liquid made it seem larger than it was…and like it was somehow hovering above the table, wavering like a mirage in the desert. Maybe that’s what their marriage had always been. Reaching over the glass, she picked up the ring and dropped it in. It sunk quickly, tapping quietly against the bottom. She picked it up, swirled it, and downed the entire contents in one swallow. Fuck him. She’d shit it out tomorrow. Join in… The 💯…