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Her #pandiculation disturbed Arundhati.
The anticipation pecked pecked pecked at Arundhati’s mind. Maybe keeping her ear on the pillow and tightly closing her eyes would help. Be invisible.
“Hotty, time for a run.”
Arundhati hated that nickname.
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Faith couldn’t understand the small little doll on the coffee table. Fair in skin and hair, a small chip on the right cheek (like a scar?), and wearing a rose-colored outfit.
Her fingernail caressed the doll’s cheek. She also felt it on her cheek. This #idol of her.
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Morning light filled the sky container, transforming nothing into a Sex-On-The-Beach, warm with promise but ultimately a headache.
Sand between her toes, she wondered if last night was a “rare mistake.
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She stepped out of the bathroom, pale yellow light catching her left side, making her seem half-angel and half-devil. #divine touch and a kiss of sin.
He moved closer, pulled by an imaginary chain hooked to an imaginary collar, in a haze and olive eyes locked on her.
#vss365#WritingCommunity#writing#Writer#amwriting#Ink bled through the yellow legal pad's top sheet, staining the page below. He ripped out both pages. Frustration crinkled his face. He wrote again. Ink bled through again and again he ripped out two pages.
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She pushed open the apartment door and stepped in. Lowering her red hood, she felt a snap of cold on her face.
In the bedroom she found the Wolf in a bad #disguise . Smiling, she subtly took a small knife from her purse.
"Hey Grammie. How are you doing?"
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He swept her brown hair away from her eyes. Better to see those brown eyes that ground him, prevent him from daydreaming so much. He leaned in but hesitated. He could tell she didn’t think they were a match.
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The #Oneiric structure stood in front of Bheid. It seemed impossible that it could be in this clay desert. Nothing else was for miles. Big black birds hovered over it, carrion birds.
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A #frenzy of hands gripped her breasts and buttocks, shoving her against the plastered wall. She breathed heavily into his ear. His tongue ran up her neck, rough like sandpaper. All she wanted was to let him in.
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A waking #nightmare gripped her. She saw the handsome young man climb on to her, pull her sweater down at the neck, and lightly kissed the bare cocoa skin. Aroused but knowing what’s to come. She felt teeth pierce her flesh.
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Lab worker #113 sat down at the long table, taking in the cafeteria. The other workers seemed not to notice everyone looked and acted the same. They say in neat rows, ate with the same hand. #clones acted the same.
Then why did he sit alone?
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So tall and good-looking, his eyes like soft blue pillows. He came from behind, wrapped his arms around Josie, the jammed a sweet-smelling yellow cloth on to her face, messing up her makeup. Her head felt light. As she dozed off, she realized she was being #kidnapped.
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Laurie spotted Josie in a circle of cheerleaders, giggling and confident. She should be confident. All the Alpha Mean Girls focussed their adoration on her.
She walked away. Taking her iPhone out, she unfriended Josie on all #online social media accounts.
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A thread of blue #electric hell darted past Josie and hit Laurie. The body fell with a thud. She cupped her mouth at the charred smell, white, chowder-like vomit spilling through the spaces between her fingers.
Corrections for the previous tweet:
Lab technician #236 walked over, held his hand out next to #113’s burned hand. It was the only difference between the two men.
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The dniw were lined up in a white square pot on a stainless steel table, perky and red and orange. Lab technician #113 wolf-whistled. All the flowers, in-sync, spit fire into recycled air. Holding his out and wolf-whistling again, watched his hand #burn.
Lab technician #236 walked over, held his hand out next to #113’s burned hand. It was the difference between the the two men.
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