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Belinda Gordon       Bambino. I don’t exactly remember who here first designated the nickname to me. But it caught on pretty fast, and soon it’s what most people here knew me as. Apparently I’m doe-eyed and look clueless half the time. I don’t particularly agree but I don’t really mind, either. I suppose it’s somewhat ‘cute’. At least that’s what Bartram and everyone else I talk to here says. They’re nice people. Bartram is one of the more compassionate ones, actually. I had no idea he was even… Читать далее

Monty’s Rubies     Loud contemporary music blares in my ears as various arrangements of custom chrome and polished glass greet me from all angles, the sleek, collective scenery almost overwhelming. I have only two words to describe it: Extravagant and…well…extravagant. Wealth practically oozes from every inch and crevice, cutting no corners and making no apology for its magnificent, insanely creative display. I really should be used to it by now but I can’t seem to get acclimated to the sheer level of this place. I don’t know if I… Читать далее

Just Another Night in Hamletville       Shit. I’m running late for work. Again. Literally running. And panting. And sweating. Ugh! This is the third time this week. I’ve already had to apologize profusely to my supervisor, Jeromy, for my lack of punctuality twice. Both times, he’d been highly disgruntled about my lateness, and both times, I told him it wouldn’t happen again. That was yesterday and the day before that. Yet, here I am, sprinting to work once more. Jeez, I can’t believe I overslept so much. He’ll… Читать далее

Round. The. Clock.     Shit, this is bad. Really, really bad. I’m beginning to panic inside, but I know I have to keep my cool. Still, I can’t believe how widespread this problem has become in just over fifteen minutes. I feel perspiration forming on my temples as I glance over at the others again. Oskar seems composed and collected as always, even though I know he’s just as tense and distressed as everyone else. Febe’s expression is neutral but she has her fingers intertwined; something she does when… Читать далее

Alchemoni     The tension in the air descends on us like an invisible, looming weight, so thick that even Leatherface would have major trouble cutting through it with his chainsaw. We all sit at the Table of Metal, waiting in deafening silence for the arrival of the last two Golden Elders who are supposed to be present for this meeting. I observe the expressions of all present around me, scanning them one after another. It’s as if everyone got a memo to arrive with a specific facial uniform; a… Читать далее

Shift     I look around, feeling very anxious, very confused, and not so very hopeful. “Kitty-Cat?” I call, feeling more and more unsure of what just transpired—or at least, what I think just transpired. There’s no response. Nothing at all. It’s as quiet as it was before she got here, maybe even more so now. I blink. And blink again. And again. And once more after that. Actually, that’s a lie. I blink several times after that, as if doing so will make her appear before me. It doesn’t…. Читать далее

Green Spots     My skin crawls and sets itself ablaze at the same time at the vivid, unspeakable memory. I can’t believe it. I was literally two seconds away from doing the dirty with a damned, death-dealing demon! I almost scream, resisting the urge only because the walls are paper-thin and I don’t want to wake my neighbors. Or my landlord. I place my palm over my quivering lips, not sure if I’m doing it to calm myself or stifle another scream. It was just a dream, I tell… Читать далее

Dreamer’s Aftermath     I wake up to the annoying ring of my stupid alarm, frantic and sweaty with my arms flailing in the darkness. My heart pounds like an oversized drum in my heaving chest, beating much faster than it probably should for a healthy twenty-three year old.  My lungs are working overtime, rapidly expanding and contracting as I breathe hard for no apparent reason. My eyes squint impulsively, twitching against the disturbance as the outline of the perpetrating object slowly comes into view. Join us or log in… Читать далее

Beep     Her eyes instantly go wide, her expression morphing into that of a stunned deer, as if she just got hit by a bulldozer. She looks at me with utter confusion and embarrassment, clearly shocked that I’m asking. As if she can’t believe I could ask such a thing. She blinks rapidly and swallows, averting her gaze once again. I guess that pretty much answers my question. “Ah, fuck,” I mutter before I can stop myself. As soon as the words leave my lips, she looks at me… Читать далее

Just One Question…     Before I can form another thought, my mind shuts down against my will, racing in ecstasy while my dick jumps like it’s on a fucking trampoline. And I’m powerless to stop it. All of it. For the first time in a long, long time, I remember what it feels like to have almost no control. Over my surroundings or myself. I have to ball my fists tightly as I continue to behold this strange, intriguing human girl, gritting my teeth against the intense, almost dangerous… Читать далее