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Good Grace

This scenario got me going a bit… Drabble for storyin12 – Oh, Grace. Aren’t you just the prettiest little fuckdoll? The way your eyes go unfocused when I force you to your knees. The way your mouth opens wide when I unzip my jeans. The way your cunt gets wet when I say I’m ready …

Small Fry

Dribble, drabble? More of a flash today. Storyin12 – His mother’s best friend had invited him along to lunch at the local diner. He’d known her for years and had always had a crush on her. They’re meetings were always innocent, but this meal felt… different. She dipped the tip of the French fry in …

Crossed swords

Storyin12 drabble – Greg seethed at the scene before him. “Look.” Richard rose naked from the bed, not covering himself as he left a sleeping Suzy and crossed to Greg. “I didn’t know you two were dating.” Richard shrugged his shoulders and ran his hand down his stomach. Greg swallowed hard, eyes tracking the movement. …

Can I get an Amen?

Continuing on with my storyin12 shorts. Supposed to be a drabble, but it turned into flash instead. – She sat in the pew, her face bowed in prayer. Surrounded by those in their Sunday best, she appeared the church-goer actively seeking the Lord. The priest continued in Latin, signaling the congregation to kneel on the …

Murky Waters

A black and white photo of a branch sticking out of the water in post titled Murky Water

There’s something in the water. The murky, leaf littered lake could appear serene during the daylight, but the evil lurking beneath couldn’t be truly hidden. It’s the beauty of the place that tricks you. It’s meant to appear innocent, the trees hanging lazy over the water. It attracts people in the summer, the water inviting …

Hard Ass

A 100 word drabble using today’s storyin12 prompt word. – He was head of the vice squad. Touting himself as hard on prostitution, he came down on girls and Johns alike. A pious hard ass, he punished all who stepped out of line. He said he was saving lives. His subordinates didn’t get to see …

Punisher

Writing exercise. – I lost enough that I don’t feel too bad about killing people. The government turned me into a trained killer, and I made a career of being able to take a man down from just under two thousand meters. The military owned me and my trigger finger for fifteen years. When I …