Another dim-lit bar in another anonymous town he’d never come back to after tonight. Four drinks in, he tossed back another and motioned to the bartender. His head was swimming; that perfect quiet where he couldn’t feel anything anymore, save his pulse. Nothing in or on his mind. Just the emptiness he prayed for with every breath.
How long had it been? Two days, a week, three weeks? Time held no purpose now; he breezed through the days, mindless, desperate to feel something other than the shattered remains of his innermost self. He was drunk, or high, he couldn’t remember. Flashes of a strong body, rippling and sheening wit
She must’ve miscounted. That's the only way she could've missed it. Or was her math right? Last night had been a bit of a blur; no sooner had she changed into her night clothes then Sean came up behind her and nuzzled her neck, stating how amazing she looked before kissing her neck. All logical thinking went to hell after that. The rest of their night was a haze of lips on skin, firm yet gentle hands and whispers of promises he always came through on. She peaked so many times; by the time he had finally finished and collapsed beside her, she lost count.
Signe sighed, and readjusted herself on the cold plastic seat and counted through t
"Motherfuckin', goddammit, would you just-Fuck! I said-FOOK! You cock piece of shite-FUCKING HELL MOTHERFUCKER!"
The mouse flew across the room and hit the wall with a resounding crack. There goes another hour of footage. Sean turned off the camera and huffed, running his hand through his now unkempt hair. The faded lime green tufts stuck out at odd angles, evidence of his previous fit of fury. Shifting uncomfortably, he thought of how much he hated these rage-games; pretending to laugh has he felt it bubble and boil under his skin. "It" being his alter-ego, his dark side, the former terror of Ireland. He sighed, drumming his fingers against
Another dim-lit bar in another anonymous town he’d never come back to after tonight. Four drinks in, he tossed back another and motioned to the bartender. His head was swimming; that perfect quiet where he couldn’t feel anything anymore, save his pulse. Nothing in or on his mind. Just the emptiness he prayed for with every breath.
How long had it been? Two days, a week, three weeks? Time held no purpose now; he breezed through the days, mindless, desperate to feel something other than the shattered remains of his innermost self. He was drunk, or high, he couldn’t remember. Flashes of a strong body, rippling and sheening wit
She must’ve miscounted. That's the only way she could've missed it. Or was her math right? Last night had been a bit of a blur; no sooner had she changed into her night clothes then Sean came up behind her and nuzzled her neck, stating how amazing she looked before kissing her neck. All logical thinking went to hell after that. The rest of their night was a haze of lips on skin, firm yet gentle hands and whispers of promises he always came through on. She peaked so many times; by the time he had finally finished and collapsed beside her, she lost count.
Signe sighed, and readjusted herself on the cold plastic seat and counted through t
The Proposal- Septiplier by shaked1234, literature
Literature
The Proposal- Septiplier
"Oh... That reminds me... Are there any people who have, like, a... An important life-changing question to ask... A certain... Other person?" Mark asked, sounding both excited and uncomfortable at the same time.
Then, after many, MANY attempts to try to get the audience to understand what they meant by 'important question', someone from the audience proposed and were invited up to the stage so that Mark, Jack, Bob and Wade could share that moment with them.
"Are there any other people who want to ask a question? That kind of question. That's what we meant" Jack asked after the couple was off the stage.
After a few more minutes of trying to
Audacious Pt 2 - Septiplier by writeasoph, literature
Literature
Audacious Pt 2 - Septiplier
As Mark looked up, Jack felt a rebound of emotions hit him like a truck. His soothing chocolate eyes were swimming in tears, his crimson hair thick and greasy. He barely looked like himself and Jack realised why.
Mark had never been so broken before.
"I-I knew I saw you outside! I thought I was j-just hallucinating," Mark choked.
Unsure, Jack asked, "It was me. I was coming here like I always do. That's why you're here, right? For me?"
"Why else would I be in the smallest cafe in the universe?" Mark joked. Jack was secretly glad there was still banter between them even if the tension was still there.
"I'm guessing you want to say somethin