Hilary Brake: A Short Story

Her eyes were blinded by the sight of the lightning. Margot stepped slowly out of the closet. She looked at all of her so called “friends” thinking of why they did this to her. She thought, “What did I do to them to deserve this?” She had never shoved their faces in the dirt, or stolen their lunches, she had never spoken a word to anyone. Maybe that was the problem? She cared for the other children even though, they were not as intelligent or self-assured as she was. She didn’t degrade them for this, in fact, she wanted to be like them. Margot hated every part of being different. She wanted to forget the sun that she used to see and be like the children.

A long time ago in a land far away, a happy family welcomed young Marsha into the world. She was lively young girl who had an affinity for turkeys in any form. One day, Marsha was playing outside when she noticed a moving van coming down the street. She hoped and prayed that there was a new little girl moving in. A week later the family was moved in, and Marsha was very pleased to see that, in fact, there was a little girl in the family. Her name was Barbara soon to be Barbara Kohls. Marsha and Barb played outside almost every day. However, before they started playing together Barb made Marsha learn all the bones, muscles, and systems in the body. After that she would say, “We need to stretch first, mmkay.”

“Shit, shit, shit…” Kelsey mumbled to herself as she leaned against the wall of her room to put her other black stiletto on. She quickly zipped up her black dress, applied red lipstick and ran out the door. The warm night air brushed against her legs as she quickly walked to the bar downtown. She was on a mission tonight… and being late wasn’t part of the plan.

“Just your usual, Samantha?”. Jack glances up from his morning paper, allowing his eyes to slowly appraise the woman standing at the counter, taking in the sight of her platinum blonde hair pinned neatly in a bun at the nape of her neck. The usual? From the look of her acrylic nails and well-fitting suit which accentuated her toned body, he was guessing that it was probably a weak, skinny flat-white. Yes, that was it, his eyes glinting with humour at the thought. The woman looked like someone who always got what they wanted when they wanted. His eyebrows furrowing, Jack slams the paper shut, irritated at the thought of someone having so much power at their manicured fingertips. His humble profession as a mechanic was never going to provide him with anything more than the small weekly pay cheque, which all but disappeared after the rent was paid and food was bought.

Just when you thought you've heard it all, this one takes the cake. A biological mother and her 19-year-old son fall in love with each other.

"There, that's better, and after I make use of my tongue." Sitting astride her waist, the Hacker peeled off his shirt, revealing the toned, athletic torso beneath. Before the garment hit the floor, he'd covered her body with his, and mashed their lips together. "I'm going to fuck you into next week." After breaking the kiss, Richard arched a brow, daring her to deny him, then lifted Lexi's arms above her head. and trailed his lips down the Heiress' body, issuing nibbles and bites to her flesh. A wet trail glistened on her abdomen when he reached the apex of her thighs, released her arms, and wrapped his hands around her upper

Her heels tapped lightly as she hurried toward the office. Soon enough, she’d hurled the mass of papers onto the smaller desk she used and started to unpack them, one by one. The office was rather neutral. The walls were a tone of cream; the furniture was white with a few exceptions. It all looked rather clinical at times, she assumed it was due to the budget, or lack

Causally she strolled around the truck, coming to stop near the tailgate. In the same causal nature she unhinged the gate and swung open a hidden cache connected to the bumper, a fine piece of work a friend fixed her up with. It was small, but big enough to fit the necessary tools of the trade. She didn't need much tonight, just old Bertha and her Bowie knife should do. She whistled idly as the knife was slid into the back of her gray jeans, nestled and hidden at the small of her back. Bertha wasn't so easy to conceal, those her loose green jacket helped enough. Most people wouldn't be look for that anyway, not when Nia walked in the room. Standing five foot nine inches tall, Nia had an athletic, toned body of someone in constant movement. Her muscles were lean and compact, that much was evident from her bared mid-drift, the muscle definition near perfect. The rest of her wasn't too shabby either, she had a pretty face, with short platinum hair and large copper brown eyes. She had that rough and tumble look to her, little makeup and a lot of attitude. Her skin was naturally tanned, a soft mocha hue that was a stark contrast to her hair. With each step those rather ample breasts jiggled in their tight confines of the white tanktop. Despite the lifestyle Nia was pretty well stacked. Sleek hips held a slight sway to them as she walked,

She pushed aside the thoughts of all the Frankenstein movies she’d ever watched and unlocked the Sheriff Department door. All I can do is try. I owe him that much for trying to protect me. She then remembered her clothing and blushed. If her idea did work, the Sheriff would get an eye full. And though she'd never known a guy to complain at a free peep show, she did have her own morals. With a touch and a moment of intense desire, Allison felt the fibers of the clothing as they crawled back

Drake is one of the most cruelest people there is. He is an overweight criminal with an unexpected smile. Drake works in his prison workhouse, with his wooden splintered hammer. He does labor all day to make up for his twisted pure evil crime. The hat he where's is a bandana to hide his bald head. Threatening other prisoners with his sharp stick carved by a knife. Drake wears the biggest size shirt at prison there is, XXXL, it is still to small for him. His belly shows out and his pants don't cove his knees. He only has one shoe with toilet paper attached to it.

Throughout the afternoon sessions, thankfully only two remained after Emily Harris, the image of Ellis Harris lingered. He could still vividly envisage her model features, the manner in which her perky young breasts strained the fabric of her shirt, her luscious blonde hair, smile, youth. and, oh god, that ass. The perfect, tight buttocks that flexed under the thin fabric of her uniform as stood, and which his gaze never left until the office door had closed behind her.

throbbed deep into her flowing sex and into his cupped hand, and the sensation seemingly washed away the resentment Mara had for this cruel captor of hers. The anger, the spite, the atrocious images of revenge she had concocted especially for Brennan... they were all gone, and replaced with the overwhelming hunger for more of his touch. That confident demeanor that the demoness once boasted melted into worry. What was this feeling that now consumed her? Was it desperation? Fear? No... she wanted this. She was so eager for the mild mannered commander, who had started off treating her with kindness, to reveal himself as the perverted brute that she believed all men truly were. But the past fruitless nights in their prison had left Mara's neglected cunt sensitive to the smallest touch. And her body could hardly contain itself once the hand began to aggressively assault the dripping, lush

Hillary Clinton portrays herself as a lady. When the opposing team tries to criticize her, it does not get under her skin and that impresses me. That shows me that she does not fold under pressure. For example, during the debate, the only card that Donald Trump could pull were about her emails. She politely smiled, omitted the issue, and continued to discuss ways that she would better our country. Hillary Clinton is a strong, mature, well spoken, educated, and disciplined individual. She is also a perfect example of what should be the voice and the “show face” for our country. That is why she is the candidate of my

Suzy is going to cover my break this Friday February 3rd at 3:00 pm. After confirming my appointment with them yesterday I was advised it was moved up to 2:00 pm so I am planning on leaving here around 1:15-1:30 since it’s a 30-40 min drive. I just wanted to let you know.

Her hips curved outward, as well as her well shaped rear. Lena was never one to struggle for a suitor, she simply wasn’t a woman to pin down. As she began to step forward, she made sure her steps were delicate and light, the only sound was that of the whip trailing behind her on the grey stones. “Of all the Seekers I’ve met in my time, you are by far, the most…. Egotistical and sadistic.” A hint of a smirk rippled along her lush lips as she admired the way his body leaned before her. Lena continued to circle around him, as he had done her. With every stride the whip began to draw close to him, snaking up around his legs much like a serpent would. “I suspect you’re a man not to take no for an answer,” She hinted to the walls filled with various whips. “Or maybe that’s your favourite.” The Vampire leaned in, her head glancing up toward him as she slammed her hand up into his groin, gripping his sensitive sack in the palm of her hand as she began to squeeze with enough force to cause a good deal of pain. “Between you and me, gorgeous. If you even think about handing me over, I will make the rest of your days a living