Stories tagged “dirty”
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A Message to the Misguided People of the World
None of you know What life is all about, Nor do you know True optimism— Being hopeful in the midst of despair, Steadfast in the face of adversity. Witnessing all sorts of evils, Acknowledging them fully, And still managing to find The goodness in hum...
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OMG, a dick
“Yes, it’s what you’re thinking. I had my phalloplasty tonight.” “B-b-but! Is this real?” “As real as it can get, Japanese cell culture technology, baby.” “And what about the other parts? You still ...
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A Dirty Joke
There were three men going to Iraq from the United States. These men were touring the country, and they ran into a tent with many fine looking women. They ended up getting friendly with the girls, as the chief walked in. “These are my women, I am...
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fritz & zooey reinvented
Zooey tried to remember the last time she showered as she finger combed stringy locks of dark hair absently while lounging on an emerald armchair. Her bedhead had given her a chameleon-like ability among her fellow unwashed wannabe-hipster neighbors. I...
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morning salutations
With a swift gesture, the lid was ripped ferociously away from the coffee canister. Grinds were measured with a bent spoon, poured and spilled thoughtlessly in all the wrong places until they finally were aimed into the filter. Zooey pushed the brew bu...
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the morning after
More banging and groaning persisted. The figure reemerged and made its way towards the armchair’s fellow, the bedsheets dragging slowly behind, picking up unswept patches of dust in its trail. “Morning Fritz, dear,” Zooey sang out che...
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Prison
My nose burned. The smell was horrid. I opened my eyes to a sight I was all to familiar with. A stone floor, scattered with filth, greeted me. Rats scampered across the area right beside my head. I took a breath and coughed, the air was terribly pollut...
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the haven
Mac’s Tavern was a has-been. Or, it was from any outside standpoint. It was a cellar at most. A dark, dusty sanctuary of curated oddities, cracks in the walls, and darts rusted straight through the bulls-eye. At some point in its career, it had b...
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Ashes Remain: Prologue Part 1
I looked up, waking from a daze. My cold, pale fingers shook as they held a small black-and-white photo. It was of a small girl, maybe 16-years in age, cuddling a black kitten in her slender arms. He face was scrubby, her clothes looked like they had n...
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A boy
There was a boy who picked his nose. He also liked to lick his toes. It made me sick, To see him lick, And to sit there in his dirty clothes.
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The Last Reunion
The sun sank behind the high plateaus of the dusty Dry Rock Hills, casting long shadows over a dying and insignificant border-town. The only thing even remotely noteworthy about it was its proximity to a fold the locals had nicknamed Deep Purple due to...
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Making Progress
“I’m just saying,” Errol hollered over the clangs and hisses, “It’s bloody inefficient.” Denton blinked from behind his goggles and adjusted his grip on the wheel. He made no response but gave a brass outlet valve a ...
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The Last Collection
The circle of hunched and twisted figures, descendents of centuries of small town inbreeding, held me down with thick grubby hands that held surprising strength. A frightful man lurched forward through the crowd of men, woman, and filthy naked children...