zachstivers1
Online relationships between a desperate teenage boy with a webcam and another man who watches aren't usually very simple. The boy pretends the other man is a girl, and the other man plays along but knows the boy knows otherwise. The boy knows of the knowing, but they both get what they want, even if it is a little... dysfunctional.
Breed bleeding eardrums
and mute ex-lovers
but at least you have something to listen to while you mow the lawn
Late in the afternoon storm clouds pile up in the west and blot out the sun. Twilight comes early, the dusty golden beams in the attic vanish and two boys, touching for the first time, hesitate as a static spark zips along their skin. The thunder and lightning are still far off near the purple horizon.
The boy ran along the edge of the lake. "WOOSH!" he shouted as he pushed his little toy boat along through the shallows. If I wasn't a crocodile, I might have thought whether or not I should kill the kid. But I only felt hunger, and an instinct to lunge, and he drown between my vice-grip jaws.
Inserted raw, as dangerous as any other foreign insertion, and lacking of any latex protection I might add. They are the ammo that changes lives.
"Yes, yes, why of course!" I never saw her again. That's usually the way of things.
Ticking clocks around the world care little for the wilting orchids that don't flower this season.
She always had manners. It was more out of fear than honor or propriety, but when it comes down to it, what's the difference? She still sat silently and smiled at her elders, and the cold eyes and clenched jaw were noticed by no one, and earned her nothing.
Every day we would wake up early, and go climb, or go dig. It was always one or the other. We could never find fun on the regular solid ground. And each day we would go higher, or deeper, pushing our bravery a few more feet every day. Until the wind was too strong, or perhaps the tunnel dirt too soft. I don't remember which it was, but I do remember being alone after that, and staying on the flat ground ever since.
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