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Bassturbation

Vibration guided her feet through the crowd. Enticing all senses, the deep and penetrating feeling of sound drew her further into the music. Entranced by the zooming charge, oblivious to the bare skinned undulations, she charged toward the speaker as if it had demanded her presence. Possessed by the sound, she offered her body to the speaker. Bliss overtook her being as if orgasm could envelop the entire body
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Lostories

Near ago in a hazy dimension that was quite far in immeasurable distance though unfathomably near through dreams, was a spherical planet. This planet was strategically placed with bronzed and blonded men, striking the soil in unison. Mindlessly and without question they labored as if masterfully choreographed.
They uttered no words to one another and behaved as the most obedient and well trained human robots.
They struck continuously and for endless days until they discovered the other end of the planet. On that side was a strikingly similar group of beings. Uncanny resemblances were undeniable as if looking into a slightly bent mirror.
Each being was drawn to an almost twin like counterpart. Grunts of curiosity became distinct questions and comparisons.
Seemingly, all had a memory of a world that existed before the redundant and grueling shoveling of this globe. Together they concocted memories of art, history, technology, and civilization. Mysteriously, the memories mirrored each other with faint dissimilarities. The described image of an iconic painting was distinctly parallel other than a dimmed tone of one while the other was brilliantly vivid. Leaders of both worlds were matching in roles but with different perspectives. Technology seemed to coincide in dynamic but with strikingly contrasting purpose. While one missile was for destruction and penetration, the other was for distributing seeds.
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There was a short moment of silence as I looked up to the man, and tried to figure out what he meant.
“I’m sorry, I have no idea what you’re talking about” I said.
The man raised his eyebrows for a moment, after which he returned to his original expression.
He looked like he wanted to say something for a moment, but he decided to eat some of his cake first.
I was full of questions about the sudden appearance of this man, and what he could possibly have to do with me.
I thought that it must have been some sort of mistake, so after about a minute of silence I asked him: “Are you sure I’m the person you’re looking for? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you or heard of you before.”
The man stopped eating his cake and stared at me with his distinctive green eyes for a while.
After about 15 seconds he finally said: “Do you really not remember who we are, what I’m part of?”
An awkward silence followed after that.
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The Returned

I could never forget that night... It was a normal bleak night just like any other. It's not my fault that he stood in my way. He should have just listened when I told him to stay at home.

How could I have known that the shadowy figure standing exactly where my blade ended would have been him. It wasn't supposed to be him, it was supposed to be the target. After I realized what I had done, standing over the blood-strewn cobblestone, I quickly ran away. How could I face the world after killing my only friend, my only lover.

Even now as I embrace him I know that nothing will ever be the same. The merriment he now feels is only a product of the rot that surrounds him. Even though he doesn't yet realize it, creatures of the dark laugh in madness.

And there we were laughing together, standing on the fault between madness and wonder. Standing atop our castle of mutilated corpses.
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