The Runaway [Mf, Rape.]

I wasn’t sure how long I had been walking. I could have measured the distance in how much my feet hurt. I had walked far enough that there were no longer any familiar streets. I only met strangers who couldn’t manage to spare more than a curious glance before their indifference took over and they hurried along with their own busy lives. That was a couple miles and a few blisters ago.

There were downsides to rash decision-making. That, at least, I had finally learned. Now there was time to think – to reflect on the past few months and how the decisions I had made weren’t the wisest. There was time, and the road, and the steady monotony of putting one foot in front of the other. Time to regret, I suppose. Regretting was hard, though, and I preferred to keep things like regret out of mind. There were more important things to think about, like how much my feet hurt or how hungry I was. Perhaps, if I had thought things out a bit more, I would have run away with a bit of money in my pocket.

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There was no good that could come from Gizmo being back in our lives. I had told Billy that. He had assured me that nothing would go wrong as long as we followed his ridiculous rules but as I stood there and watched three of those gremlins tear apart the studio kitchen, I couldn’t help but think that I owed him the biggest ‘I told you so!’.

I dragged Mr. Katsuji with me as we made our escape. Despite his insistence that he continue snapping polaroids – a habit, which I might add, had gotten on my nerves about ten minutes into today’s tour – I made sure he was safe before I left to find Billy. I was intent of giving him a piece of my mind, though I was sure he was probably already in more trouble than that.

I rushed through the halls to the elevators and tried to put as much distance between my self and the batch of freshly-spawning monsters. I knew that they would soon overrun the floor and, not long after that, the building as a whole.

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Mother and Vice

I had known David my entire life. It was easy to call him my best friend, but I liked to think we shared a bond that was deeper than that. I wouldn’t go so far as to call him my ‘brother’ or anything – I certainly wasn’t that cheesy – but ever since we were kids, I always remembered looking up to him.

I was a planner, the kind of person who always spoke about what they wanted to do but was ultimately satisfied with just talking about it. David, on the other hand, was a doer. He was never happy unless he went out there and got his hands dirty or actually experienced the things he talked about doing. He and I made a great team but as we grew older, we also grew apart.

High school provided totally different experiences for both of us. He was popular, charming, athletic, and overall the guy everyone wanted to be. On the other hand, I was the kind of guy who kept my head down. I studied, went to sleep early, and unlike David whose weekends were spent at parties or at the lake with a new girl to experiment with, I spent most of my free time keeping my mother company while she and my father went through a particularly messy divorce.

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Do Me Snake-Thing [Female][Alien][SciFi][Large Insertion]

1

I laid in bed and lazily scrolled through the feed that displayed holographically above the entertainment console. As usual, there was nothing interesting. At least, there was nothing I hadn’t seen before over half a dozen times. That was one of the major drawbacks of working on an out-of-galaxy research station.

The display flickered as I waved my hand dismissively and one by one the dancing figures faded from view.

I rolled over to my back and groaned loudly as I stretched to get rid of the tightness in my muscles before turning over on the spot and sighing loudly. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows and washed my body. I wished to myself that I could go to sleep and wake up at the end of my deployment.

Then again, I thought to myself, there isn’t much waiting for me back home anyway.

Living With My Father [anal][incest][abuse][non-con]

I wasn’t always a good girl that sat at home all day messing around on the computer. I had a rebellious phase, as teenage girls tend to get around the time they hit eighteen and think they’re grown.

By that time I had been removed from high school twice. The first time wasn’t my fault: I was being bullied – rumors being spread about me that everyone, even my parents thought were true – and things got out of hand. The fallout from my parents having to pull me out of school the first time caused them to get a divorce. That wasn’t my fault, as their marriage had been strained for a long time at that point. Still, it was difficult not to realize that I was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

The second time, I was expelled – and I certainly had deserved to be – I went a little wild. Maybe I was acting out. I had been living with my mom after she split from dad and she didn’t have what it took to discipline me. She was the type of woman who could never stand up for herself. I’m like her in a lot of ways.

Regret

“It’s nice to see you!”

That’s what she had said. Somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to say the same.

“Alright, goodnight!” You held a pained smile for just as long as it took for Alice and her new boyfriend to round the corner and then your shoulders sank in defeat.

Alice, at least at one point, had been the love of your life. The story of how that came to end wasn’t long, nor was it complicated. It certainly didn’t leave you looking good, especially now that it was five years later and she had just introduced you to her new husband.

Derek was tall, handsome, and successful by the look of his clothes and watch. Next to him, petite Alice looked like a doll, and she was certainly dressed like one.

You had not been nearly as successful. You’ve had a string of relationships, sure, but they had not been what you hoped for.

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