Stories tagged “perfection”

  • Voila, Perfection!

    Grammar-Man’s face fell as the Mayor continued to grin. “The door’s that way,” said the Mayor, gesturing, “don’t let it hit you in the behind on your way out.” “On your behind,” Grammar-Man muttered...

  • To Spite Her Face

    Her boobs were perfect, perky C-cups. Her ass was taut and round. Her hips made that coveted hourglass shape. Her feet were petite, and so were her hands. Her hair hung in honey coloured waves. Her eyes sparkled like emeralds. Her lips pouted perfectly...

  • Back In Town

    She pulled back her long brown hair, and put her bangs up with a tiny clip – they were getting in the way of her interesting read. She was reading one of those teen books that everyone raves about. Her phone beeped. She put the book down, holding...

    • Author: StayGold
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Humble High

    “Rah rah, sis boom,” the beautiful voices of the students from Humble High sang, cheering for their football team that never touched the opponets, just danced around them, gracefully taking the ball and scoring. Everybody was quite uniform,...

  • Humble High

    “Rah rah, sis boom,” the beautiful voices of the students from Humble High sang, cheering for their football team that never touched the opponets, just danced around them, gracefully taking the ball and scoring. Everybody was quite uniform,...

  • On the night

    “He doesn’t have to shake me!” The girl screamed, raw throated to the crowd, her arms stretched unnaturally behind her and only her widened eyes expressing the pain voiced in her tirade. There was a hushed pause of shock. This was fol...

    • Author: Lighty
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Open Wide

    “Come sit in the chair, Andy. Dr Peele will be here shortly,” an assistant with short bleached hair and a nose ring informed the lanky teenager, standing awkwardly in the corner of the room. “I don’t want to,” Andy whined ...

  • The Perfect Addiction (Mature)

    Once I read a true account by a man about his addiction and the great pains he suffered to hide his shame, his addiction. While I could relate to many of the items, I never saw any of it as addiction, I still don’t. Addiction is a word to make yo...

  • A Meeting

    I met myself today, and she was not who I expected. She was a thinker, a dreamer, a doer. She could dance in the rain with a smile on her face. If you gave her an idea, she would run with it. She had talents-not the least of which was to listen. She wa...

  • We Weave a Messed Up Web

    Everything is tangled Like a web being knocked down. I can’t let you go, So I fight against odds. Nothing is perfect anymore. No happiness without anger, No relaxation without excitement, No quietness without interuption, No passion without pain....

  • Enticing Chocolate Cake

    Her bridal shower was a success. Well over half the people Haley had invited chose to attend. The stars had aligned, and everything was perfect. The guests loved the entertaining games and the fun prizes that encouraged them to play. The meal was spect...

    • Author: Snowy Owl
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • With Role-Models Like These

    Andy and Mark sat at a coffee shop. Unique pottery cups, alike only in width and shallowness, sat in front of each of them, coffee untouched. It was best to keep up appearances. While their meeting could have taken place at a park or on a beach, neithe...

  • Pedestal

    Hand in hand we haunt the museum, visiting Manet, Degas, Gauguin; wandering from paintings to sculpture; giggling like embarrassed adolescents at the nudes poised on pedestals. “Don’t put me on a pedestal,” you said. “I won’t,” I responde...

    • Author: Miz Em
    • Posted 3 months ago.