A Short Story : A Story Of 'Allegory'

Now it was time to go home just before everybody in the house was awake. When John got home he looked at his phone, which he hadn't done all night and he saw tons of pictures from the party that had him in

Bull assisted yanking down his boxer briefs as the Doctor knelt behind the Sergeant and parted Bull’s fuckable ass.

According to Aung San Suu Kyi, a male dominated society does not mean men are stronger than women, it just means women are kinder. Both Miss. Emily and Mrs. Mallard experienced going through many expectations and restrictions that needed to be proper because of their gender. Their development pattern and their culture was similar. Besides their similarities they differed in how they have changed within time, their physical descriptions, and how they both respond to other people in their society.

Dahlia’s staggering around like a drunk person. She hugs a tree for support. When I ask

JOHANNA’S AX SLICED INTO the floor beneath her and she breathed in heavily, smirking menacingly at a slightly shocked Katniss and Peeta, who had just entered the training room. Reeve sat on the steps that led up to the platform that Johanna practiced on.

Arken chuckled softly as he ghosted his fingertips across her trembling forearms. “My gods, you’re so strong ...” he purred, and the huskiness in his voice almost made her gag.

answered the phone with the same uninterested drone, himself a day laborer. He stuffed his cigar in his mouth to free his hand and showed three fingers. His hand signal started a chain of activity on the benches with each man sliding down to fill the vacant seats. He wrote the address on a worksheet and gave it to the three next in line. He returned behind his newspaper as they walked out the door. Billowing cigar smoke rising above the desk was a sign of him.

He took in the calm look on the man’s face, the way his high cheekbones were beautifully illuminated in the orange glow of road lights- making him look almost otherworldly. The faint uptick at the corner of Stu’s lips, the way his stupid blue hair lightly blew with the aircon, the way he drummed his long fingers absently on the steering wheel were inescapable- Murdoc knew.

Maggie was out of town for the next two weeks at a law enforcement conference across the country.

She'd been in his apartment a matter of minutes, and Elena was already naked and about to drop to her knees to blow him. Brett felt a touch guilty as his erection throbbed in his pants. Not accustomed to paying for sex, even though there was a purpose behind it on this occasion, it didn't sit well. Nor did the knowledge that the girls dates usually accompanied them to a gala event that under other circumstances they'd never access to, or at least wined and dined them first. Sex was, of course, expected, but only as dessert rather than the entree itself. Brett was also a man who liked to take his time and ensure the women enjoyed the experience as much as he did.

Two months later on a Saturday morning, Charlie threw a dish rag over her shoulder and answered the knock at her door.

Sweeter words, Carl Dupont had never heard, and when Cassidy screamed and lunged out of her chair, the man didn't move an inch or bat an eyelid. Instead, he remained motionless, with a smirk pasted across his features, and cold blue eyes following his victim as the bailiff's dragged her away. He'd warned her not to testify and, in the end, his Lawyer had come through. An improper search meant all physical evidence had been ruled inadmissible and without that, Cassidy's testimony was useless. There'd be no re-trial, Carl was a free man.

The smokey air of Modesto California mimicked most other places in Cali, thick with pollution and smog, and near constant raining, making the earth a sloppy mess. A difference between Modesto and the other various bustling cities of California, was that it was far from bustling. In fact, it was mostly farmland and quaint streets, filled with local businesses and street markets. It shared its surroundings with various other small and pointless towns, much like it’s own, and San Francisco was the closest recognizable name on the map.

I sat there waiting for Stradlater to come out of the bathroom for like two hours, but he never came. Finally, after like a total of three hours, he came out.

"Yawn" Joe yawns while rolling his eyes. "This is fucking boring why are we doing this?" Joe whispers to Pete; Pete shrugs.