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About Me Literature / Hobbyist Premium Member raspilUnknown Group group avatar #ScreamPrompts
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These are all the submissions I get for #ScreamPrompts. Check them out; not all the submissions I receive make it to the group's gallery but they are all in this collection. You might find some hidden gems in here!

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Fain's internal dialogue is so funny. He's so eager to kill himself yet distracted at the same time. There's something very old school ...

by *Lychalis

My initial reaction upon reading: The tension of anticipation is stunning. Usually I don't like that much build-up to a story but it w...

by *xlntwtch

I love the protagonist. She is so sheltered, so snarky and a silly princess but also very funny. At times, she makes great points: I'm ...


Issues: You go from present to past tense in this story. You must pick one and stay with it. There are minor mistakes with storytelli...

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manhunt Etta had only been in town for a month.  She'd been taking care of some business in Las Vegas that took a little longer and got a little bloodier than she had anticipated and was on the run.  The moment she came back, she ran into Trouble.  It was good for a moment but something went wrong and Trouble fucked her up good.  She needed to find it again and teach it a lesson.

It was Sunday night.  When she walked into the Hole, it was not only like old times but like time had stopped -- same crap playing on the jukebox, same sons of bitches sitting on barstools, the same gorgeous son of a bitch working behind the bar.  She knew him like the old
I Found One I had sex with Rob for the first time on Thanksgiving.  At that moment, I knew he was different; normal people don’t bone on Turkey Day.  By Christmas, I had moved in with him.  We spent New Year’s at the top of the Stratosphere.  On Martin Luther King’s birthday, he told me he loved me.  On Groundhog Day, I told him back.  I had to be sure.

On Valentine’s Day morning, Rob and I were sitting on the couch, watching Blazing Saddles for the millionth time.  It was our favorite movie.

“I’m going for a beer.  You want one?” he asked
Beast Most Foul Patrick stood at his desk, his hands on the back of his chair, anticipating the cold sweats and squirrely knots that would soon form in his stomach; he knew she'd be showing up soon.  Every time he wanted to get some writing done, it didn't matter if it was freelance work, technical writing or even something for his next novel, she'd show up and ruin it for him.  He needed to eat and pay rent so he had no choice.

He took a new ream of white paper put a sheet in at the ready.  He only used his computer for Internet porn and information searches; he wanted his writing to remain on a device that was still pure:
Wannabeatrix "In the Still of the Night" by Whitesnake was coming to a close, as was the rest of the night at the Apple Bottom Lounge.  Beatrix Dallas was riding the fumes of her coke-fueled energy for her finale, a move she learned by watching clips from the 2009 US Pole Dance Championship finals on You Tube.  She climbed halfway up the pole, slowly spun around it with her legs bent gracefully at the knees, revealing toned calves, her thighs clamped hard and her back arched until the climax of the song.  She brought her head up, whipped her hair around and dropped to the waxed wooden floor ten feet below, landing in a split.

The move elicited many gasps
The LBC Rita's thin, blue-veined hands never seemed to stop moving.  Even into her 70s, she was still able to show the new girls in the house how to make a Handy go quicker so she could have a higher rate of turnover and up-sells.  She never did her demonstrations with anything but an average-size phallus from the junk drawer, all of which wrapped in hospital-grade sterilization envelopes.  

"Thanks for the tip, Rita." Melanie said.

"Hey, it's my pleasure."  She stopped herself in the middle of taking a cigarette from her purse.  "Or his, I don't know anymore."  The phone rang.  Rita lit u


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Memories Lie on the Shelf Huntsville, Texas 1978

A car engine backfired in the distance and woke seven-year-old Danny Meadows from the nap he was taking in the front seat of his dad's 1975 Ford Econoline van.  It had been parked outside his dad's girlfriend's house for the last three hours.

Frank Meadows swung open the driver's side door.

"Dad?"

He got behind the wheel, took a Marlboro 100 from a pack on the dashboard, lit up and tried to calm down.  "Yeah, son."

"What's going on?"

"We're going to take a little trip." Frank said, turning the engine over.

"Rhonda's not coming with us, is she?" Danny asked, concerned that he'd be wedged betwee
Stuck The alarm clock gently chimed a tune at nine in the morning.  Shannon was used to hearing it so she'd wake up and make her daily trip to the lab for her blood draws.  After six months, she didn't know how she wasn't waking up on her own.

Her diagnosis of deep vein thrombosis didn't come as a surprise; every woman in her family from those who were direct blood related to those who had died before she was born had had the disorder.  As Shannon was moving away to go to school half the country away, her mother said to expect to get it at some point and that she should never smoke, no matter what.  Shannon
Dionne Luther loaded his toothbrush with Colgate and looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.

"Not tonight.  I am not going to do anything to make her come tonight," he said.  "Not tonight."  He worked his uppers and lowers until they were smooth to the tongue.  He spit and rinsed, then washed his face.  When he looked at himself in the mirror after toweling off, he saw her sitting on the edge of his bed, legs spread, a cat in heat.

"Baseball.  PVC pipe.  Aluminum siding.  Corduroy pants."

Luther turned around and walked to the bed.

Black lace.  Veu

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~BitchMedusa May 17, 2012  New member
Thanks for the watch!

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I finally get to go see Ours!
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`zebrazebrazebra May 13, 2012  Professional Writer
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<Vocable> Three. One to screw it in, one to watch and one to make dirty jokes.
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*neurotype May 11, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Here you go...or come. :eyes:

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~dressagepro May 11, 2012  New member Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the watch:tighthug:.

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