Prolog of an upcoming novel✨👍😇
Sorry for the non-spellchecked nightmare .
Plain Hollow girls are so desperate for somebody to give them substance. they would fling themselves in front of traffic if it meant transforming one of us into an upstanding citizen with dignity and Valor. Look daddy, he changed for me. I'm special, I matter.
You show off your thigh-high suede boots, a poor excuse to cross your legs, only to be in close enough proximity to flirt with mine, cheap tricks of a cheap girl. clutching onto my arm entirely aware that if you let go for a second some other girl might Pique my interest and you will be nothing more than the smoke I breathe out from my cigarette. Enjoyed then forgotten. Your games, though childish work. You make sure to put chains of allegiance on the other girls. If they still wish to be your ally, they better leave me for your pleasure tonight.
You do that, instead of putting a leash on me. You've known that to be a foolish task. You've watched what's happened to girls that thought they had tamed us when we were just playing nice. If you had dared attempt it, would I have humiliated you and left you out to your public execution by all the taunts and the laughter of your friends? The same way you had snickered and teased your friends that had fallen out of turn with me. No, the risk is too great to find out, you much rather enjoy the image of us. I play into your little charade of parading me around as if I was yours. However, we both recognize that with the snap of my fingers, you will become a puddle of runny mascara and used tissues, if I publicly reject you, you lose all significance you have accumulated throughout the night. You would no longer be the special girl that had the potential to remake one of the boys. You would just be another unfortunate girl that fell for our tricks and amusement. The most terrible thing that could happen to you now, would be falling out of favor with me. You who were someone, because you had me on your arm, will ultimately see what you've become, the emperor in new clothes.
Short story by Sipora
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Written on 2023-04-02 at 02:58
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Sorry for the non-spellchecked nightmare .
THE WAY OF A TOMCAT BOY.
The TomCat boys, that's what the aristocrat’s daughters would call us. The prosperous and the notable, the drunk and Young. To them, we were catnip. Attractive, captivating, and mysterious, the preferred scare tactic to raise daddy's blood pressure enough, to give you a slight upgrade on your monthly allowance in exchange for a guarantee that you'd stay away. The cash that we would then charm out of your hand and into our pockets. it's not like any of us required the money, but it sure felt a lot better to waste yours than to spend mine.Plain Hollow girls are so desperate for somebody to give them substance. they would fling themselves in front of traffic if it meant transforming one of us into an upstanding citizen with dignity and Valor. Look daddy, he changed for me. I'm special, I matter.
You show off your thigh-high suede boots, a poor excuse to cross your legs, only to be in close enough proximity to flirt with mine, cheap tricks of a cheap girl. clutching onto my arm entirely aware that if you let go for a second some other girl might Pique my interest and you will be nothing more than the smoke I breathe out from my cigarette. Enjoyed then forgotten. Your games, though childish work. You make sure to put chains of allegiance on the other girls. If they still wish to be your ally, they better leave me for your pleasure tonight.
You do that, instead of putting a leash on me. You've known that to be a foolish task. You've watched what's happened to girls that thought they had tamed us when we were just playing nice. If you had dared attempt it, would I have humiliated you and left you out to your public execution by all the taunts and the laughter of your friends? The same way you had snickered and teased your friends that had fallen out of turn with me. No, the risk is too great to find out, you much rather enjoy the image of us. I play into your little charade of parading me around as if I was yours. However, we both recognize that with the snap of my fingers, you will become a puddle of runny mascara and used tissues, if I publicly reject you, you lose all significance you have accumulated throughout the night. You would no longer be the special girl that had the potential to remake one of the boys. You would just be another unfortunate girl that fell for our tricks and amusement. The most terrible thing that could happen to you now, would be falling out of favor with me. You who were someone, because you had me on your arm, will ultimately see what you've become, the emperor in new clothes.
Short story by Sipora
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Written on 2023-04-02 at 02:58
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