Stories tagged “club”
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Names are over-rated
The club was packed that night; hot, sweaty bodies jammed into the dark. Roving strobes the only illumination once you left the puddle of light around the bar. I’d come alone. It wasn’t my first time here, and that really didn’t bothe...
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listen to the poet
The stairs going down were narrow and steep, she held on to the brass banister, like a child holding the hand of a parent in a crowd. Slowly moving one step at a time, squinting into light she wouldn’t even describe as dim. She thought to herself,
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Why I Was Arrested
So, it all started when I was in a club dancing with a girl. Well, more of a woman than a girl, really. A mature lady. And dancing probably isn’t the right term. More like flailing. And when I say ‘with’, I mean in the general proximi...
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Dancefloor Manners, Version the Second
Let me explain something to you. I’ll use small words so you can understand. “No, thank you,” meant, “DO NOT TOUCH ME.” When you asked me to dance, I was polite. (Sidenote, why do they even call it dancing anymore? It is h...
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Sweet 16 and Never Been Kissed
Music thumped. Groups of people were gathered in the middle of the living room dancing. Well If you can call it that. It’s more a sort of ritual they go through, to find a mate most worthy of their time. In the middle of this, dances 16 year old ...
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After Hours (I)
I leave the stage with nothing on except my lingerie. “Jesus,” Mesmerizing Mary says as she wipes her mouth with one of the many baby wipes she carries around, “I hate guys with small dicks, they have the most come.” “Hone...
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Run Away (I)
I don’t know what happened, I really don’t. My conscious told me not to, but something told me to take the risk and I listened to that instead. Ethan sat with us at lunch, but the girls were all over him so I didn’t talk to him that m...
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What Really Matters
The club was a mess. Hired guns, entourage wannabe’s, and assorted cousins lay strewn about the dirty floor. Half the lights in the place were shot out, leaving only a few florescent lights to cast the scene in a sickly blue. Dino sat as far back...
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White Ocean
He passes the silhouettes, himself knee-deep in snow. They are a mess of arms and spaces shooting through the curtain and the glass. When he crosses the street, he sees two bundled figures arm in arm and hears the laughter spurting through their cotton...
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Hardly Exotic
It was uncomfortable watching her dance, that sleazy smile plastered over her face hiding the fear and shame in her eyes. You could watch for hours and never see her shiver. I sat and stared at my glass, the light from the wine leaving a pale yellow sh...
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Epiphany (IV)
The cop offers me a ride back to my house. I take it without any hesitation, I need to get out of this hell hole. I’m still in shock at how lucky I am, and how much danger I was just in. Ruth could have killed me. I get into the passenger seat an...
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Whiskey and Sin
The music occupied any and every space not occupied by the seething mass of gyrating bodies, all alcohol-fueled libido and swagger. Reston was as out of place as a possum in a cotillion, but they had a surprising stock of Jack, Jim, and Jameson behind ...
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Dead Dreams
I made a uniform Out of a unicorn And crowned my head with its horn. Then I gave the ace of cakes a taste— Spooning through the glaze Of chocolate spades And heart-shaped blood Dripping from the tip Of my frosting covered club.
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Bounce
Assholes grinding against hot chicks. Club beats roar like waves. My back is killing me, and my feet are beginning to sharpen their knives. Friday night, business as usual. I can’t even complete a thought before it’s drowned out by the boom...