Stories tagged “punishment”
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Grounded
We could always tell when he was really asleep. His slippers would slide off his feet, and the remote would drop from his grip. He slept sprawled on his stomach. He was so tall, his feet always dangled off the edge of the bed. We would tip-toe right up...
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It's What's for Dinner
Prometheus gets all the sympathy. Sure, he set himself up as some sort of hero to those humans, what with giving them fire and all. But trust me: They would have figured the whole burning thing out themselves, especially with Zeus hurling his lightning...
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It's What's for Dinner (Challenge Re-post)
Prometheus gets all the sympathy. Sure, he set himself up as some sort of hero to those humans, what with giving them fire and all. But trust me: They would have figured the whole burning thing out themselves, especially with Zeus hurling his lightning...
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Do-over
So He and I talk for a bit. Honestly, I don’t get much of it. He’s one of those lofty types, with high-minded notions and sad faces. Eventually, he booms out something about me “getting it eventually”, and I’m escorted awa...
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Breaking News
We now bring you a live interview with the city’s latest Super Heroine: “Villains beware, I Felattio Girl shall hunt you down and punish you with my luscious lips of liberty and talented tongue of truth. “I will work tirelessly to track down and ...
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More Breaking News
We turn away from the riots downtown to bring you a live interview with the person that could be our cities savior: “As riots sweep our fair city it is clear that Fellatio Girl cannot save the city alone. So I Cunnlingus Girl will answer the call and...
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Ready? Aim? Fire?
As the squad lined up he could tell this would be it. Within five minutes, he would die. Some would say that he really didn’t have to, others that it was the only choice. But the idea of it being a choice never occurred to him. To him it was just...
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The American Dream
I was sick of the propaganda. I was sick of everyone around me putting their intelligence on the shelf in order to be obedient and docile sheep. They did this willingly, or were brainwashed. Sickening. “Go to academy,” they said. “Do ...
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Math, Memories, and Hurting People
6 grand had been turned into 4 guns, 2 lbs of explosives, and 200 rounds of ammunition. 38 hours in town so he now had 62 hours before it would be too late. Based on his math, he could afford to wait out the glaring daylight hours in a cheap motel room...
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A higher power than your own
“My name is Isyldor, welcome to Paradise.” “If this is paradise,” Karesh thought, “where is my family? Where is my father? Shouldn’t he be here?” As if reading his thoughts, Isyldor continued, “This may n...
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Judgement
It is with great disappointment that I find myself preparing this judgement. As part of this society that has founded itself on the principles of free writing and the ability to represent ourselves through our words, we believe that once we have crafte...
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Spirits of remorse
A chime. A sharp, unfettered sound coursing through the speckled leaves of autumn trees made him pause. Warily he turned. Watched. A chime. A second, deeper sound cut through the first, slicing deep into soil and undergrowth like a new honed plow. A ch...
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Stolen Pleasures.
bzzzz… The fly buzzed lazily around my head, briefly alighting on my sunburned ear before continuing its endless droning circles. I longed to swat at it, to feel the dull thwack of my hand squash its buzzing body, but I didn’t dare with Mam...
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The White and the Water
Grinning devilishly she tipped the glass over and watched the water rush across the white table surface and to the edge where it dripped unceremoniously into a small pool that swelled and splattered by the foot of her chair. This was entertainment at i...
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Arabesque, Suggest, Acquiesce
Roderick took the quiet mumbles as permission to continue his self expression, which he did with gusto. His mother flopped down at the dining room table, sifting through bills without actually seeing any of them. Her mind clanked painfully over punishm...
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Red
I kill people. A lot. Like, all the time. But don’t get me wrong, folks! I don’t go around murdering people all willy-nilly. I kill people when they set out to hurt me or others. Physically or otherwise. For example, my first: I had a frien...