Bittersweet Candy Bowl

Greetings one and all to my collection of Micro stories!

These things originated on the Skype chat, and most of them are very not safe for work. Hell. A few of these are quite possibly a one way ticket to hell just for READING them. Much less what I’ll get for writing them…

Anyway. Without further adue, I present to you, the first of my micro stories. Steel yourself comrades, as we venture deep into the depths of my twisted phychie.

Lani looked deeply into Paulo’s eyes, her heart beating a million miles an hour. Was she really going to do this with a student? Was she truly that depraved? His breath warmed her nose, their faces so close they almost touched. “This is wrong…” Her voice resonated just barely above a whisper.

“Teach…” Paulo’s voice was weak. He felt light headed. Her body leaned over his as her hand pressed his own hard into the couch, leaving an almost permanent mark in the upholstery.

“Not tonight… Tonight I am just Lani… And you are just Paulo…” She leaned in, her heart racing ever faster as their lips inched closer and closer together. There was no turning back… It was taboo… But they just didn’t care…

AND THEN THEY BOTH BANGED

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This first story was a brief little stint where I was exploring the idea of what might happen if Lani Amalu (The young 20 year old teacher) were to have a romantic rondevu in my upcoming fanfic “Good Intentions”. Short. Sweet. With a hint of forbidden love sprinkled throughout.

So you ARE going to post these then.
Thats good to hear ^_^
But boy I sure can’t wait to see if my story gets posted ¬_¬

TD gently rubbed his chest against Jacobs back, his hands carefully rolling over his shoulders. The young English boy blushed deeply. “But… But what about Pixel?”

“Shhh… It’s not cheating… It’s role play… I’ll be Delilah… And you be Albert…” His lips curled into a sinister smile. “Come on… I know where the grass is like silk…” Jacob bit his lower lip, unsure of himself. How could he be unfaithful to his betrothed?

“Ok… Delilah…” His voice was weak, his head dizzy from TD’s pheromones. TD just grinned, his fingers digging into Jacobs shoulders possessively.

“That’s my good knight…”

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A little bit of creepy implied gay sex between Titanium Dragon and Jacob as a bit of a ribbing at them for having sex twice in the role play game that they were involved in.

Warning. This story is a little bit rapey.

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“Please Rukral… No more…” Sunday’s eyes glistened with tears, staring up at the enraged man. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you feel sad!”

“It’s too late… What’s done is done…” His fingers rolled back one by one as he clenched them into tight fists, his knuckles going white from the tension. Sunday’s black eye was evidence that he had struck her once before, and the slight trickle of blood from her nose indicated that he would do it again.

“I’ll make it up to you! I’ll do anything! Just stop this!” Her cries fell on deaf ears. Rukral stepped up close to her and stared down at her helpless form.

“Shut up… And take your punishment like a princess…”

*Unzip*

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Yet another ribbing drawn from the Role Play. This time at Rukral and his bawww fest over Princess Sunday getting killed. It’s also a bit of redemptiion for making Jacob unfaithful to Pixel :p

YA KNOW WHAT FINE, I RAPED SUNDAY, AND IT WAS DAMN GOOD. THE ONLY REASON I’M SAD NOW IS THAT BECAUSE SHE’S DEAD I’LL NEVER GET TO TAP THAT AGAIN.

Lisa sat in the corner crying. She shivered repeatedly as waves of hysteria washed over her form. “You brought this upon yourself…” Taeshi loomed over the German girl’s shivering body.

“Why?! They never did anything to you!” Lisa cried out in anger. Taeshi merely scoffed in disgust.

“You made your choice. Now you suffer the consequences.” Taeshi reached into her pocket and produced the offending piece of evidence.

“You kept it! How dare you!” Lisa leapt to her knees and stared at the woman, a mix of fear and disgust in her face.

“Take your god damn transformouse corpse and get out of my sight…” She threw the mangled mouse at Lisa’s feet, it’s blood leaving a trail of stained floor. “We can never be lesbian lovers now that your precious transformice have taken over your life.”

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Transformice is a horrible abomination that ruins skype chats. Taeshi agrees. I’m sorry Lisa… But love is over.

Warning! This one is… It contains… Look… If you’re easily offended, just don’t read this one. I don’t want to spoil it for everyone else.

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A glimmer of light bounced off the stethoscope, shining a bright light briefly in her eye. “Careful with that thing…” She complained, mildly annoyed. The doctor adjusted the offending metallic object so that it no longer reflected the offending light.

“Sorry about that… Now. Lift up your shirt and let’s have a listen…” The girl rolled her green shirt up, exposing her extremely flat chest. The doctor pressed the instrument against her, sending a shiver through her body.

“It’s cold!” She squealed. The doctor looked serious as he shook his head solemnly. “How bad is it?” She asked nervously.

“I’m sorry… But you have an advanced case of cooties.” She gasped. “Oh doctor Justin! Is there anything you can do?!” He pressed his index finger against his forehead.

“I can but… It’s drastic… Molly… I need you to lay back and spread your legs…” His serious look slipped a little as a grin got away from him.

“Oh Justin… If it’s the only way…” She blushed a little, her own lips curling upwards as her breath hastened. “Just please… Be gentle…”

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No backstory on this one. I just had this horrible idea, and the skype chat demanded that I write whatever my terrible idea was. And here you go.

Oh Mav. xD
You make the most wacked up short stories ever.

WARNING! WARNING! DO NOT READ THIS!

Seriously. This is a horrific story. It’s terrible. I DO NOT RECOMMEND THIS TO ANYONE!

It is EXTREMELY DARK and contains VIOLENT RAPE.

Seriously. Just skip this one…

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CRACK! Blood splashed across the brick wall as Lucy slumped against the ground, her beautiful face cut open. It would scar. A permanent blemish upon her pristine skin. “I always new I’d find you again…” The towering cat taunted. His fist clenched tightly around the metallic shaft of the steel pipe, dripping with Lucy’s red life giving liquid.

“No… ow bib ou…” She murmured, barely coherent as the blow to her face had injured her jaw. The imposing figure just laughed.

“Don’t bother trying to fight back this time bitch… I’m not going to go easy on you this time…” Lucy glared defiantly up at her attacker. He grinned. “Don’t look at me like that bitch…” SNAP. He swung the pipe again, connecting against her kneecap, her leg slamming to the side, the bone poking bloodily through her skin.

“NNNNNGGGGGGGGRRRRRR!” She screamed from the depths of her throat, the very act of screaming causing her even more pain from her jaw.

“Now be a good little girl…” He pressed the pipe up under her jaw sending a flash of white hot pain through her skull. “… and open wide…” He grinned, the claw mark scar on his face distorting as he did so.

Tears streamed from Lucy’s eyes, mixing with the blood as they did. She turned away from him, but he gave her no leeway. Another swift swing of the pipe smacked her breast hard enough to tear it a little… Her cries of pain were legendary. “Open your god damn mouth you whore…” Sniffling, her body quivering as much from fear as it was from the pain… She turned to face him and very slowly let her lower jaw unhinge wide enough to fit something in, each movement enough to almost cause her to pass out.

“That’s better… You’re being a good girl… And good girls get rewarded…” As he said this, he unzipped his pants and pulled his shaft out. “Or at least… It would be if you hadn’t been a bad girl and I hadn’t been forced to break your fucking jaw” He jammed his piece in her mouth and began to thrust, each successive movement bringing Lucy to the brink.

It was too much… Her vision faded, and her consciousness left her. The thug scoffed. “Stupid bitch couldn’t handle it… Well that’s ok… I’ll just keep raping you till you wake up again… Hehehe…” His laugh grew ever louder, ever more sinister, as he prepared to send Lucy to the deepest depths of hell itself.

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Basically… Visionary kept reacting very “Meh” to all the previous micro stories, claiming that they weren’t all that hardcore. And so as a response to that, I sought out to write the most horrific, dark, and terrible thing I could bring myself to commit to text in order to give him a reason to wish he hadn’t been so smug up till this point.

I felt mildly ill after writing it… But it’s done. It’s written. And I don’t run from my past, so it’s posted here. This is what happens when you ask me to reach into the darkest depths and pull something out.

Meh,this ain’t hardcore

Of course i’ve seen and heard things that would make people want to kill themselves on the spot so don’t take my word

That was about as dark as I could bring myself to write while fully sober and not taking the pre-requisite hour or two of psyching myself up for being a horrible human being.

But honestly, I don’t want to open that door inside myself. It’s closed for a reason. Alot of reasons. All of them things I care not to recount to people I barely know.

(post the one about travis and lisa)
So can anyone post or just you?

MORE LEMONS! I THIRST FOR LEMONADE

Jacob! How could you!
I leave for a week and this instantly happens! D:

Nah, I kid.

Cool stories bro.

Thank you Taeshi for peaking my morbid curiosity.

I don’t think I wrote one about Travis and Lisa… At least, not that I remember or have saved.

Unless you were reffering to one you wrote?

As for stories, this is supposed to be a thread for my strange musings. If you want, you should make a group thread where everyone who has the inclination can post their own bite sized writing endeavours.

Maverik, master of the short form as long as it begins or ends in banging. Banging is your muse.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that what one does to one’s muse?

Not really. I don’t bang my muse, and I don’t think he bangs his muse either. It would be “meta-sex” for him, anyway.

They’re not all about sex. Just most of them :p

See. Theres one in there about killing a transformouse!

My muse is a fickle mistress. She gives and takes at the strangest of times…

No, just heavy subcontext: “Taeshi loomed over the German girl’s shivering body.” The rape stories make me a little nauseous, but not as much as they used to. Believe me when I say, I’ve seen much worse, something I couldn’t say this time last week.

“Jasmine… I kinda feel like I should explain things in regards to that incident the other day with all those girls…” Paulo’s voice broke the tranquil silence of the moment as they sat by the lake. He looked nervouse, his hands fidgeting restlessly against his kneecaps. “You see-”

“Don’t you think the water looks beautiful?” The slightly younger girl broke his train of thought with her apparently unrelated thought.

“The… The water?” The somali looked confused, unsure about this sudden breakneck turn in the conversation.

“It’s so tranquil… Even after the roughest weather throws it about, it always becomes calm again. As though the storm never happened.” She then turned to him and smiled happily. Paulo looked lost, as he turned to face the river, hoping that perhaps it might hold the answer behind her meaning.

“This river was the cause of something pretty horriffic…” Paulo exposited, the memory of where Lucy’s fear came from returning to him.

“And yet… Today it just flows calmly…” Jasmine added sagely. The boy turned to face her again, starting to see what she was talking about. “Paulo… I don’t care what might have happened to you in the past. I don’t care who those girls are, and I don’t care what you did or didn’t do to them. It’s in the past, and things are tranquil now.” She leaned over and placed her head on his shoulder. “You don’t have to explain anytthing to me…”

Paulo’s look of befuddlement slowly faded into a smile. He looked back at the river with the young gril leaning against him. “The water looks beautiful…” He whispered.

“Yes… Yes it does…”

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As much as this may seem like it is just me proving not all stories of mine need to involve sex, it’s not. This is my responce to the origional intention of the “Jasmine Appreciation Society”.

I think Jasmine, while young and immature, has her moments of wisdom. And this beautiful scene popped into my head that I just had to share. It feels good to get this out there after the last story…

This is also my first non skype post. I hope you all enjoyed it.

You are probably the only writer on this site besides Taeshi and myself that I respect.

AND THEN THEY BANGED.

I’m glad you guy’s liked it. Kinda wish I had been on skype to hear your reactions ^^;

The disadvantage of writing on the train I guess.

You’re all too kind though ^^;

Her reaction was like this (I thought I moved the cursor far enough to mute everyone)


eeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

It just got louder and louder as she went with it D: I had to stop Gurren Lagann to see what happened for her to make that noise.

@ Taeshi: Incentive. BAM. You’re welcome.

Short half chapter? (AKA The Birthday Chapters etc. Chapter 52.1 etc)

Just bruteforce it in there.

In the middle of the comic just have it transition to that scene. The more awkward the transition the better.

Example:

“Mike… I’m pregnant!”
“YOU’RE WHAT”
*insert scene with river here*

To be fair, Lucy, it’s not like he could pull out with barbs, right?

I know I’m a bit late, but does anyone have a good definition for muse? checked on wiki but it talked about the goddess.

Edit: its dispis, had whfs name up >.>

Well the godess is the origin of the term. The muses were godesses of inspiration, and supposedly everything artistic humans did, there was a muse behind it. Now it’s just used to describe anybody (or anything) that inspires a person to be artistic.

@ whf: A personification of a serious inspiration source or the inspiration source itself if it’s already a person.

I wanted to write another clean micro story, but all that came to mind was this one… Probably because I’m such a horrible person durp durp

Be warned, spousal abuse and depressing scenes abound.

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“You think I don’t know what you’re doing? You think I’m stupid?” Abraham bore down on his wife who desperately tried to clear up the broken glass from the carpet.

“Darling… I-” The terrified woman pleaded.

“Don’t you dare ‘darling’ me!” His shout physically shook her. “You know how impossible it is to clean all the glass out of the carpet. You did this on purpose! Hoping I’d stab myself on the shards. Or maybe you wanted one of the kids to wound themselves?” His hands curled into fists, his rage clearly building.

“It was an accident… I promise…” Charlotte refused to raise her voice, terrifyed as to what would happen if she did. “Please Abraham… You don’t want the children to hear…” Her eyes moistened, though she held back the tears.

“Are you threatening me?” Time stopped. His words hung in the air like daggers made of ice. The woman, married to the man now threatening her, mother of two children, knew that there was no correct answer.

“Abraham… My love… I would never-”

“So I’m a liar then?” His eyes narrowed. Slowly, she stood up, hoping against hope that she could end this peacefully.

“I-” *SMACK* A single swift motion connected the back of his hand to the side of her face. Charlotte seemed to fall in slow motion, crashing into the floor and slicing open her arm on a large chunk of glass. The woman winced, but refused to cry out in pain.

“Mom!” The little Molly cried out as Abbey tried desperately to hold her back. Their father turned to them and exhaled heavily.

“Your mother has cut herself… Abbey, go and get some bandages.” He calmly gave out his directions as though he were simply asking them to wash up before dinner. “I’m going out.” He announced as he walked past Abbey, not even stopping to make sure that his son followed his directions.

Molly rushed over to Charlotte and hugged her tight, tears streaming down her face. “Mommy! Are you hurt?!” She choked on her words.

“I’m ok sweetie… Don’t worry about me…” Charlotte forced a smile, wishing to calm the small girl.

“Here’s the bandages mom…” Abbey on the other hand didn’t cry… His expression seemed aged and his shoulders shook a little. But the tears wouldn’t flow. He handed the gauze to his mother, and crouched down, picking up two large shards of glass and placing them together. One covered in Charlotte’s blood, the other clear, three letters formed when they were placed together.

M O M

“Happy mothers day…” Abbey whispered, hugging both his mother and sister. Molly wiped some tears from her eyes.

“Happy mothers day…”

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Inspired in part by the drawing someone did called happy mothers day (sorry, can’t remember who did it), and by some issues arrising within my own family. Writing it was cathartic, and I hope you guy’s get something out of it too.

That is… quite sad.. and on mothers day of all days too. ):

That was soul-crushing, but well-written. Cannot fault you there.

it was me

That made me genuinely sad. That means that you’re at least a decent writer, if not better.

I have to agree with Jerk. Soul-crushingly well-written.

I am a terrible person and I write terrible things.

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“Did you know my parents are dead?” Kou tilted his head as he followed closely behind Lucy.

“I know Kou… You’ve told me five times today alone…” She sighed and tried to walk a little faster, not really expecting to lose him, but hoping in vain that it would work anyway.

“All four of them! I had four parents. They are all dead.” Kou added nodding, a strange smile across his face, out of place for the macabre subject. “Doesn’t that make you pity me?” He asked with another awkward twist of his neck. Lucy didn’t respond. She just kept walking, holding in the urge to try and lose him by running.

“Why aren’t you talking? Is it because you think my eyes are freaky?” Lucy stopped in her tracks and wheeled on the spot.

“What did you just say?!” She steamed and balled her hands into fists. Kou’s sunken eyes glistened a little. He had achieved a reaction.

“My horrible mismatched eyes… I’m a freak aren’t I?” He tried to look depressed, but somehow he just looked even more horrifying.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! Mismatched eyes isn’t even weird! My whole family has them!” She stepped closer to him. “You are nothing more than an annoying, narcissistic, self pitying weirdo! Get away from me alread-” Her voice left her. She couldn’t breath properly. Looking down, she saw Kou’s fist planted firmly in her stomach. “W-why…?”

“You’re supposed to say ‘No you’re not Kou… You’re beautiful Kou’…” He pulled his fist back and Lucy fell to her knees. “You love me Lucy. Why won’t you say it?” His grin grew as Lucy looked up, gasping for air. “But it’s ok. I forgive you for not saying it with your words…” He leaned down and gripped her shoulder painfully. “Your eyes tell me”

“Go to hell you bastard…” She wheezed.

“Oh Lucy… I love you too…” Terror took over her face as the crazed cat closed in on her.

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Don’t you judge me!

Poor Lucy, always a subject to rape.

Lmao Maverik I freakin love your micro stories.

Oh Mav, that’s harsh. xD