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When you are born
you are given two things,
heart and mind.
From little age you are told:
"Be careful with the heart,
it is a fragile thing. "
"Sharpen and strengthen your mind,
for it will serve you right. "
But no one tells you,
how fragile mind can be,
how easily it breaks
and how tough one's heart is,
how hard it is to get inside.
No one talks about the way
they work so closely together.
No one could say
the truth about their bond.
No one tells you
how it hurts when one breaks.
Just one thing they let you know:
"Be kind. For it is your shield and your sword."
But how can that be,
when your arms are trembling
and your eyes are filled with water?
To hate and not hate my Father
Let’s be clear my dad and my Father are two different people, two souls in one flesh and yet so differently similar. My dad laughs at the most childish of jokes. My father hasn’t smiled at me in ages. my dad has cried in front of me and is open to care. My Father goes through days with a stoic line on his face. My Dad has names for me that show his love, overflowing. My Father calls my…
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The Story…
I knew a boy,
little scared and little weird.
he knew a girl
little sad and little scared.
they sat together, wrote together
songs of distant past.
and that’s the story of …
he loved flowers
she loved stars
he would weave her hair
while she would fight the ants.
and that’s the story of….
she would put stones in her pocket
he would put buttons on dresses
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Hi all of you beautiful whores. I wrote a small short story that I have been working on for the last two weeks, and I think I'm finally done. Let me know what you guys think. Any constructive criticism is welcome!
Forbidden Hollow
*Ivy shouldn’t have gone alone.
But there was something about Briar Hollow—something that called to her every time she stood too close to its edge. The trees whispered. The wind carried screams she pretended not to hear.
And when she stepped over the edge, it was like slipping into another world. The air was thick, humid, the sky dark. The moon was casting shadows in every direction, and her thighs clenched without reason. Her pulse pounded in places she didn’t expect.
Hours passed. The woods grew darker than they should have. Her flashlight flickered, then died. She stood there feeling some kind of presence around her. And that’s when she heard it—slow, deliberate breathing, just behind her.
She wasn’t being watched.
She was being hunted.
Something massive moved just out of view. The shadows shifted with intent. Every step she took was followed by something bigger, closer.
Then she saw it.
Towering. Humanoid only in silhouette, but too perfect—muscles carved like ancient marble statues, pulsing with veins that glowed faintly violet. Its eyes glimmered like gold, its mouth split into too many teeth. But it smiled.*
“You crossed over into my woods,” *it said, voice sharp and slick.* “Now I take what im owed.”
*She backed away—but she wasn’t scared. Not exactly.
She was wet.
It moved impossibly fast, pinning her against a moss-covered tree with hands large enough to crush her skull—and instead, it gripped her waist. She gasped as heat bloomed between her legs. Her clothes peeled away on command, vines assisting, curling around her like ropes, but never breaking skin.
She should have fought. But her body melted into its touch. She ached.
Its long tongue traced a line up her stomach, tasting her skin like it was savoring every inch. When it reached her throat, it didn't bite—it moaned. The sound echoed in her bones.
Then it took her.
One thick, impossibly hot thrust—and she screamed. In pain. In pleasure. In shock. In surrender.
It didn’t just fuck her. It claimed her.
Every stroke was too deep, too perfect, hitting spots she didn’t know existed. It growled every time she clenched, every time she cried out. Her nails dug into bark. Her moans turned to song. Her body moved like it was made for this—needing him, meeting him. He had a knot at the base of his cock forcing itself inside of her, locking itself into her wet cunt.
When she came, it was like drowning in fire. Her vision blacked out. Her soul shuddered.
And it wasn’t done.
It flipped her still locked inside and took her again. Her body dripping. Wrung out. But hungry. So hungry.
And when it finally came again—deep inside, filling her with something hot and writhing—it purred. It bred her.*
“Now you belong to the Hollow.”