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Plowed at the Sausage Shop
Scott loved the Highland Butcher for two reasons. First, it was a couple miles from his house, and it was the only deli in town that sold real haggis, the highlight of any family event. The other delis in Mount Two Timbers sold poor substitutions.
By Guy Valleyabout a year ago in Filthy
Beverly Hills Cop-ulation. Content Warning.
Deep Confessions of a Well-Hung & World-Renowned Gigolo I'm in Heaven right about now. I'm on a beach filled with 90's-looking Playboy bunnies who would blow me at the snap of my fingers. Plus, my bank account has more zeros in it then a school full of dunces.
By Digital_FootPrint1212about a year ago in Filthy
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. The townspeople stood motionless in absolute shock as the normally gentle river current defied nature, twisting and churning against the normal course. The darkened sky cast a heaviness of oppressive gloom across the kingdom, as though the heavens themselves felt something was wrong down below. Queen Elara, beloved of all, disappeared into the dark, and her leaving had seemed to stir the very ground against the kingdom. Fear had seized the men's hearts, for this was not just happenstance that had turned the river round; it was a sign of something much blacker, a foreshadowing that had proclaimed the kingdom's balance rent asunder.
By Usman Zafarabout a year ago in Filthy
Kneel. Content Warning.
Agnostic. I was an agnostic. I wasn’t one hundred percent sure there was a higher entity of some description anymore, or if there was an afterlife, and if there was I was most certainly going to hell ; that I was sure of. I grew up being forced to go to church as a child and all the way through to my teens, attending two prestigious Catholic schools as a child which also reinforced my beliefs. I often questioned my faith as I grew older and bad things happened to me; if God was real then why did all these horrific things happen to me? It was a question that had stuck and lingered, even up till today as a twenty year old woman.
By myhoneyedwordsabout a year ago in Filthy
Hold Me. Content Warning.
Kathy's eyes darted open, gazing upon the little green numbers of her alarm clock, the only light in the darkness that engulfed her room. 3:15 AM. Four hours before her alarm was set to go off, yet she was wide awake. It was unlike her to be up so early and alert. As if something had stirred her from her slumber. She sat up, scanning the room. For what, she wouldn't be able to say for sure. The room felt more occupied. As if someone else was there. But there was nothing. Yet it felt like there had been someone with her.
By Joachim Heijndermansabout a year ago in Filthy
Callback - Chapter One. Content Warning.
The state of the world in 2099 could be described in a multitude of rude, vulgar, or obscene sentences. Much like centuries before, it could be all about perspective. Those who have everything tend to look at life differently than those struggling to survive. It could be said, however, that happiness or contentment could be viewed as the opposite of the previous statement. Those who have everything may not be as happy as those struggling. Not much has changed since I, your narrator, began this narrative and looked upon the world with a tired set of eyes. Just like those brilliant before me who viewed their time in this world as four-letter curse words, wishing someone would change it for the better, the same was true for Cora and her love Celeste. Cora was tired; she sacrificed enough time to earn her retirement and live a life with Celeste that they had been wishing for all those years prior. But much like life, it has an interesting way of showing who is in charge.
By Anthony Diazabout a year ago in Filthy
The Night After ‘I Do’: A Surprising Turn of Events . Content Warning.
We started early in the decorated car waded through all the parties and formalities and reached home by 10.30 pm. We were famished and tired but friends and relatives were waiting at the house. All those who couldn't attend the four parties were here now. We had to keep company and smile and entertain the relatives who left soon and by 11.30 pm we were left with our friends and cousins only. They too were tired after the ordeal and had been tagged with us. Someone played old Hindi remix songs and soon everyone was dancing to it. We were invited but we declined finally, we were pulled into it. Sajith, my cousin's brother refreshed us with Pepsi and we gulped it thankfully.
By Chahat Kaurabout a year ago in Filthy
