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Rapunzel Re-ImaginedNew York City.
A dark, rank place filled with sin and debauchery. Every night I can hear it outside my apartment, scraping at the windows and walls to get inside. The city wants to rape and kill me, I know it! The doctors who come by try to tell me otherwise, but I know the truth! My mother told my what would happen if I allowed them in, and I learned from her all too well.
Ah, but the city uses many disguises to try to get into my home. Last week it tried to disguise itself as the pizza delivery driver bringing my dinner. The month before the city claimed to be the building superintendent demanding to be able to investigate a gas leak. And then there was the time the city tried to disguise itself as one of my doctors. Oh, the city is crafty, when it wants a virginal prey like myself.
And whom am I, you may ask? Why, that's a very good question! My name is Suzanne Rapunzel, and my great grandfather built this apartment building over one hundred years ago here in Crown Heights. My fa
Dash's Family ReunionRainbow Dash fidgited, her hooves shuffling about as she bit her lower lip. Looking about Sugar Cube Corner, a few beads of sweat began to form on her brow. Closing her eyes, the teal-colored pegasus began to slowly breathe in and out in an effort to calm her nerves. 'Come on,' Dash thought to herself as she tried to slow hr rapidly beating heart. 'You can do this. The best flier in all Equestira isn't allowed to be nervous.'
The loud greeting snapped the pegasus out of her attempt at meditation, causing her to leap up into the air with a whinny. Her eyes bugged out wide as her legs spread in every direction before landing upon her abdomen on the hard wood floor. Looking up with a pained grimace, the pegasus was greeted to the grinning visage of a pink pony with poofy mane. "Pinkie!" Dash shook her head and began trying to stand up. "Why are you so.. So..."
Pinkie Pie just gave a grin and winked. "Random?"
Rainbow Dash nodded and sighed, resting her brow in her left fore
750+ Word Challenge: Aug 16thI'm a big supporter of sex.
Yeah, I know, hurr-hurr-hurr. But seriously, I support sex in almost all its forms -- be it heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual, polyamory or lesbian. But it goes far beyond that, really. I also support any kinky shenanigans happening between consenting human adults. I stress that final point for a reason, a reason I'd not mind going into if you'll let me. See, the argument I hear most often that pedophiles and zoophiles use, sadly, is the acts they perform are okay because the child or animal involved enjoys it. I have always had two major issue with this, and it has caused me to be attacked time and time again on the internet for being intolerant.
The first issue I have is that young children and animals simply do not have the mental capabilities to understand just what is happening to them. When a pedophile does messes with a child, for example, the the child has not gained the mental maturity to understand relationships or love or especially sex. They jus
NightAs the darkness consumes me
Calls to me
Sings its seductive tune
i feel a need
A want to join with it
As my dark goddess
My mysterious lover
My lustful demon
My reason for living
Knowing that with each kiss
With each thrust into the night
My soul is slowly claimed
Stolen from me
Until the only thing left
Is a broken shell
A thrown away skin
While the darkness rapes my soul
Which now belongs to it
Dinky Doo's HomecomingDinky slowly trotted down the steps after her bath, if what she'd just experienced could be called that. At this inn, a bathtub seemed to be a large metal tub usually used to hold fruit that had been filled with almost hot water. But it had been enough to get the grime out of her hair, and the light peach scent from the harvest gave her a pleasant enough scent to her hair, mane and tail.
Stretching her sore body slightly, the teen mare looked about the inn to see it had filled with some more guests. In the corner sat four griffons, their large bodies casting a shadow from the light of the setting sun as they played a round of cards. At a table next to the door, an elderly pair of pegasi sat nibbling on a salad together with a look of love for each other still shining in each other's eyes.
And by the bar, a colt no older than her sat with a lute tuning it likely in the hopes of earning a night's rest.
The older teen mare chuckled to herself, then paused in her tracks. A scent was waftin
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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