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Hot, soft and sweaty flesh pressed into his own tingling body. Small feminine hands, tangled in his dark hair as a pair of plump, red lips covered his warm skin with butterfly kisses. The moan he held in his throat escaped as the unknown female started grinding her hips into his aroused member, causing him to grunt and bit his lips as pleasure filled his every being. He removed one hand from her lower back and brought it forward to grab her over-large breast-
Jaejoong opened his eyes slowly. The dark room swam before his eyes. It was still dark outside and the clock on his table read 3 O'clock AM. He sighed in annoyance, wondering what caused him to wake up from this beautiful dream, and lowered his outstretched hand onto his eyes.
Damn it. Whoever that woman was, she did a great job of arousing him in his sleep. With great discomfort at his lower situation, Jaejoong removed his hand that blocked his view and turned his body onto the side, hoping to get more sleep. However, the strange warmth that connected with the pale skin on his face didn't allow it. Feeling odd at the fact that his pillow suddenly turned into a hard rock oven, he reopened his eyes and looked up. The first thing that seemed to register in his mind were the pair of deep brown eyes staring right back at him. The second was the high pitched scream that came from his very own mouth. Jaejoong quickly pushed himself out of his bed, screaming bloody murder at the weird stranger that intruded into his own house, and grabbed the first thing that he could lay his hands on -which, later on, turned out to be a small man purse- and raised it above his head, ready to slam it into the other's face.
"WAHOO! Relax! Chill! Calm the fuck down! You'll wake up the neighbors!" th...
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...and I used to be a fucking banana."
"Humph... Rude.
Jaejoong sighed in annoyance and settled down on his black desk chair, lowering the man-purse onto the floor. He felt tired and furious and the only thing he wanted to do was go back under his warm covers and go to sleep. He rubbed his eyes slightly and ignored the absolutely crazy person claiming to be a bloody horse lamp. "Ok Jae, you are obviously dreaming some absurd dream. That is all..." he whispered under his breath to himself, "Yeah, just a crazy, crazy nightmare. I'll just go back into bed, and no weird horse ghost will be there..."
"Horse ghost?!" Siwon spluttered at the offense, "How dare you-"
"Shusssh..." Jaejoong shushed his blabber down as he closed the light and climbed back to bed, "Bad nightmare. Go back to the depths of hell where you belong to..." And with a small snore, he fell back to sleep.
He could not sleep and his head was like an old radio that never shut off. His eyes had sunk into his skull from lack of sleep to go along with his eyes, discolored mounds of flesh begging for help. One night the voices led him to leave his apartment and wander through town until they finally led him to the scene of rape in progress. The voices had pleaded for his help, leading through a maze all the while telling him which turns to take. He was in an alleyway behind an old apartment complex and had heard the cries of a woman pushed up against the dumpster by a man forcing all his weight up against her.
the voice and hands, the stroking of shoulders and the touching of hair were a
h as: 'darted to and fro' and 'made a run for the door' along with a mixture of long, complex and short, rushed sentences all magnify the speed of the story. This leads to one final pinnacle when the narrator 'screamed…thrice,' showing us one final time that he cannot cope with what he cannot explain and his veneer of pragmatism and civilization has been ripped away from him. Consequently when he wakes up in daylight the next morning in the original room his tone changes from what it was at the beginning of the tale. At the start we saw how his tone was confident and somewhat patronising towards the custodians, almost challenging a 'tangible' ghost. However the first thing he said the next morning is, "'Yes' said I, 'the room is haunted."
The patient was more beautiful than she realized. If only she could see it for herself. The color from her dainty face had drained to a sickened green tint and her eyes widened in fear. The walls of the clinic exam room were ordained in calming colors, but offered the young woman no comfort. She continued to blink rapidly as if she would awaken from the nightmare; her long eyelashes could not fan the health worker’s words away. She thought it was harmless, just a night of fun. It made her feel valuable and attractive. Yet being desired now left her alone, crumpling to the floor screaming between sobs and desperately reaching to the empty air around her. She couldn’t grasp any security. Not only did that harmless night of fun result in her becoming
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With preparations out of the way we set off for Morgana's castle knowing that most of us would not return to Camelot. The journey passed like any other I had been on, but the night before we were to arrive at Morgana's castle I awoke to the sound of horses fleeing. The knights all of them cowards had stolen almost all of our supplies leaving me with my suit of armor, a dull dagger, and my horse. I wanted nothing more than to chase after the knights, but they had tied me up and left me to die. There was no way I could get out of this trap the sound of wolves howling echoed across the land, and I was sure I would be dead by morning so I decided to fall back asleep. Whilst I sleep a carriage made its way down a dirt road and stopped in front of the remains of the camp me and the knights had set up hours earlier. The coachman helped the woman out of the carriage, and they walked over to my unconscious body to see if I was dead or not. The coachman bent down beside me and placed his left hand against my mouth. Seeing that I was still breathing the coachman picked me up of the ground threw me over his shoulder and carefully placed me inside the
As Jonas laid in the bed - which was much more decorated then what he was used to - his mind began to clear up. He hadn’t realized it at first, but he could tell that his mind was groggy when he had first woken up. Jonas started to move around in the bed when
Disappointment was his second name at that moment. It was now 7pm, and Oscar opened the door to leave. Julio, who fell asleep for some minutes, woke up immediately and stared at him with a wide open mouth. His watery eyes shined with the sunset’s colors reflection.
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Suddenly out of the blue Macbeth asked “Which one of you have done this”. All of us were shocked and Macbeth continued his craziness. Ross told his gentlemen to rise and had a doubt about Macbeth’s health conditions. I like usual stepped into the rescue. I convinced those at the table that nothing was precisely wrong with Macbeth. He said to me that Banquo’s ghost was sitting on his place! My husband is going crazy! I said to him: “ This is the very painting of your fear, This is the air-drawn dagger which you said Led you to
A piercing sound grew louder as I slowly gained consciousness. Realising where it was coming from, I glanced at the stupid phone responsible for awakening me. Who the hell was phoning me at this time in the morning? Picking up the ringing object, I glanced at the clock hanging on the cream wall. 8:40am. Shit, I was late. Work started at 9am. I sighed. Whoever was making me even later better have a damn good reason.
The two settled down into bed next to one another, Gong Chang Sheng smiled and whispered “goodnight” before turning over and quickly falling into a deep slumber. Dong Fang Xian Yun, on the other hand, took a bit longer to truly rest. He thought he might've been able to escape if he waited ‘till Gong Chang Sheng was most definitely asleep, perhaps find somewhere else to spend the night, but accidentally ended up closing his eyes for a little too long and nodded off despite wishing not to.