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Submitted by Mariana333
“I awoke not with a bang, nor a whimper, but rather a long steaming tongue scraping its way up the side of my face.”
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I awoke not with a bang, nor a whimper, but rather a long steaming tongue scraping its way up the side of my face. Its thick pasty saliva drips down onto my chin, the tongue heaving up and down. As I regained my strength, my eyes began to roll open, the darkness of the cave spilling into my eyes. My eyes dart to the creature on my left. My hand reaches out to feel the mysterious creature but it da...
"I awoke not with a bang, not a whimper, but a long steaming tongue scraping its way up the side of my face."
Detective Ambrose's eyes refused to leave his notepad as his right hand darted from left to right. He's a fast writer for a middle-aged man, and I can't help but question his penmanship because from where I'm sitting everything looks like scribbles, chicken scratch as some would say.
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I shot up quickly, backing away from what ever was near. I could hear it’s labored breathing on the other side of the cave. I inched slowly backwards trying to reach the edge of the cave. My finger tips touched something rough, assuming it was the caves wall I curled up trying to become as small as possible.
I had tried to calm down as much as I possibly could . I was probably over thinking, I t...
Everything hurt. Copper penny taste filled my mouth. Stroking my chest, a man-eating tiger scraped its raspy steaming tongue up the side of my face. Good, I thought, I’m home. This is a doozy of a hangover. I nestled into my cat’s inviting orange striped fur.
Suddenly JoJo screaming, the squeal of the truck’s brakes, sparks on the highway, my memories slammed into me. I lurched upright. Poe rubb...
It wasn’t uncommon for this to happen. In fact it was as almost like clockwork. Every morning when she could no longer handle her hunger, she would hop into bed and kiss me.
A wet, slobbery kiss.
Sadie was a gorgeous black lab. She was four years old and had the energy of a puppy but the personality of the oldest dog that had ever lived.
She protected me by barking at strangers at the door and th...
Night time, I fall asleep. There are so many things in the dream, sweet and sweet. Suddenly, I feel some kind of uncomfortable, but then it’s normal again.
As the sun rises, sunshine begins to pour in. I feel like something is scraping its way up the side of my face. When I open my eyes, I see a huge frog in front of me. But the frog isn’t that scary, even every cute; the big watery eyes, a cute ...
I awake not with a bang, not with a whimper, but rather a long steaming tongue scraping its way up my cheek. Thick saliva sticks to my skin like glue. The presence of thick, curly fur caresses my skin.
“Hey, buddy! Who’s a good boy?” I coo. I open my eyes, and both sensations quickly disappear. My hands grasp air, my cheek untouched.
I look over at my dresser and see a collar and a picture of my...
i woke up with a bang
the feeling of past shame
i am not her yet i feel like i am
the label of slut painted on my face
for i want to be loved for every part of me
my hair my eyes my smile even my personality
as long as im not used for my body i am content
but my mind will not allow me to run free
trapped in my bed
no motivation no empathy
no need to eat
staring at the blank page trying t...
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