Poke: A Short Story

there was a folded piece of Telfa that had slipped down and her upper eyelid was

doll was hidden within the room. (They were asked in about five minutes to find it, but as this was

“Uh hey are you hungry?” you ask, “We could go get some food.” Feferi’s face immediately goes back to her super ecstatic happy face when food is mentioned and she nods her

Could hear Luke cursing inside. She rose and took advantage of the private moment and returned to use her knife to spear a piece of the baked fish, but had trouble getting it to pull loose from the rock. She dumped the water out of one of the bowls he’d washed onto the dirt, then used the back of the knife to scrape one of the fish loose into the bowl. Men, even when they tried to help, they weren’t no good at it.

a piece of marble cake. She then snaps out of her trance and sees only her hand waiving

A hot series of shivers is running through me as he continues clicking and saying: Yes, thank you, this is totally bloody it, perfect, yes, yes, sodding hell, God, look at you. It’s like we’re kissing, way more than kissing. I can’t imagine what my face must look like.

“You’re insatiable and I’m hungry,” she remarked while jumping out of bed before Ray had time to grab her. Heading for the bathroom, she turned her head to see him drop back down on the pillows putting his hands behind his head with a satisfied smile.

One of the most horrendous serial killers in modern history would have to be John Wayne Gacy, Jr. He was the second of three children and born in 1942. He lived in Chicago and attended catholic schools, and wasn't a very popular boy in school. Gacy seemed to live a very normal childhood, with exception to his relationship with his father, and series of accidents that effected him. No one could have known what the future held for John, not even his father.

I was forced to provide him with this, afterwards he left the toilet and resumed back to waiting for his team to arrive and I left to go have coffee with my friend.

?We need to talk.? I said emotionally with a look of disdain, not to the man who was on the sofa, but to the wall facing the sofa.

He gained help from the cleaner which took his cup of water, which was his previous boss when he was a cleaner at Gattaca.

Undeniably, religion proves itself to be one of the most dominating forces that continues to enact long lasting impacts on contemporary societies; religion possesses the means to either acts as a source of unity or division in communities. In her dystopian novel, “The Handmaid’s Tale,” Margaret Atwood engenders the frequent usage of theological references- names of characters, institutions and other uses of language allude to various religious figures and ideas. Atwood’s constant attention to the power of scriptural imagery and symbolism is used not only to provide a familiar reference point for the reader, but to critique a dogmatic society in which there is little to no separation between church and state, consequently disregarding any notions

Because of this I ignored and avoided him as often as I could. One day, I was eating

The first would be to tell him to fuck of, or bluntly stating that he was lieing cunt, after which he deemed that intelligent conversatiion would be impossible, he'd iniate radio silence.

“At 8:30 p.m. the first jolt of 1900 volts of electricity passed through Mr. Evan’s body. It lasted thirty seconds. Sparks and flames erupted from the electrode tied to Mr. Evan’s left leg. His body slammed against the straps holding him in the electric chair and his fist clenched permanently. The electrode apparently burst from the strap holding it in place. A large puff of grayish smoke and sparks poured out from under the hood that covered Mr. Evan’s face. An overpowering stench of burnt flesh and clothing began pervading the witness room. Two doctors examined Mr. Evans and declared that he was not dead.” What you just heard was a horrifying account of just one, of the many terrible mishaps, that have occurred in the history of the