Wrath 12

New fear setting in. Nicolette watched as the soothed child now slept. She seemed to be calmed by his presence. It was as though they were to meet today, but she hated to see him with his hands on Grace. That man didn’t know what it was to love anyone, let alone a child. How could he? He was born of evil and resided in the hell he made for himself. She despised him, but in the back of her mind, he started a fire she never knew existed inside of her. One-touch, and she craved more. When she looked into the face of the sleeping child, all she could see was peace. Thankfully she didn’t know the hell that awaited her when she aged.

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Wrath 11

If waking up in a different house isn’t confusing enough, try waking up to a baby screaming her lungs out and a mother at her wit’s end. Grace was home for a few days now, and her tortuous cries in the night were unexplainable. The doctor said it was teething. Gypsy claimed her daughter hated her. Nicolette held the pillow over her head for a minute to calm herself down. She was exhausted from the stress of the days before.

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Sinful Sunday

Do not read if you have an aversion to adult writing and blasphemous situations.

My goal for the day wasn’t to ensure a one-way ticket into hell, but I am driving the crazy train into the heat by the end of the day. Today was my first time back to the church in years. I will admit that God and I don’t see eye to eye on many things, but I thought it was time to make up. Forgive those who trespass or something like that. Well, that’s what I saw on a billboard while driving down the freeway. Maybe it wasn’t even the saying, but the Priest was hot in that picture. Perhaps that was put there to bring in the sinners and save their souls from everlasting hell. Either way, he was attractive, and here I am stepping back into the place I swore I would never enter into again.

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Wendigo 15

The first step into the park, they walked on the same grounds as their ancestors before they had. With Jimmy in the led, the others followed, but mad it known, Jimmy was only there for one reason. To bait that bastard out and get to those kids out of their alive. If only he would have kicked those brats out earlier, Jimmy could be home and enjoying sitting in front of his television.

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Innocence sold

With college only a month away, there was one thing on this list that I hadn’t accomplished yet. Backtracking for a second, I made a list on graduation day of things I would achieve over the summer. All of them had done, but one. I was 18, attractive, and a virgin. Probably the last one on earth. I grew up in an ultra-conservative home. I am a firm believer that my parents fucked once, and that was when they conceived me.

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