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Chapter 7: The Relationship Deepens
As the days turned into weeks, Morven and Jake's relationship continued to blossom. They spent every spare moment together, exploring the town and getting to know each other's deepest desires and fears. Their conversations were deep and meaningful, and they found themselves lost in each other's eyes for hours on end.
By Omasanjuwa Ogharandukun12 months ago in Filthy
Something New Chapter One: Lost and Found
“Slow down, Ian!” I held onto the handle on my door as Ian swerved in and out of traffic. “The event lasts all night!” Ian was excited. I could see it in his face as he got ready, and now he was practically speed-racing towards his destination.
By Alexander Martin12 months ago in Filthy
Chapter 3: The First Kiss
As the sun began to set over Central Park, Morven and Jake found themselves walking hand in hand through the winding paths of the park. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the soft chirping of birds, creating a romantic and idyllic atmosphere. Morven, wearing a yellow sundress with white flowers, felt carefree and alive, her long, curly brown hair blowing gently in the breeze. Jake, dressed in a white shirt and dark jeans, looked handsome and charming, his piercing blue eyes locked on Morven's with a sense of intensity and interest.
By Omasanjuwa Ogharandukunabout a year ago in Filthy
Chapter 4: The City of Dreams
As the sun set over the towering skyscrapers of Manhattan, Morven and Jake set out to explore the city, their hearts filled with excitement and anticipation. The air was alive with the hum of energy, the sounds of car horns, chatter, and music filling the air. They walked hand in hand, their footsteps weaving in and out of the crowds of people that thronged the sidewalks.
By Omasanjuwa Ogharandukunabout a year ago in Filthy
Chapter 2: New York, New Love
As Morven stepped off the plane at JFK Airport, she felt a rush of excitement and anticipation. She had always dreamed of visiting New York City, and now that she was finally here, she couldn't wait to explore all that the city had to offer. She made her way through customs and baggage claim, her eyes scanning the crowded airport for a glimpse of the city that lay beyond.
By Omasanjuwa Ogharandukunabout a year ago in Filthy
The Truths We Hold . Content Warning.
The next morning, I awoke feeling energized. I haven’t slept a full eight in, I don’t know, since middle school? You get no sleep in college, and since I started this job as an autopsy tech, we’re always swamped with work and bodies. I swear that people find ridiculous new and inventive ways to kill themselves every day. Sure, murders, car accidents, and overdoses add to the list, but the number of Darwin Awards I could pass out would be ridiculous.
By Aaron Thompsonabout a year ago in Filthy
A Slice of Heartbreak: My Valentine's Day Story
Ah, high school—a chaotic mix of awkward first dates, fashion disasters, and cringe-worthy moments that refuse to be forgotten. But amidst all the teenage drama, nothing could have prepared me for the unforgettable saga of the guy who believed his bare hands were as heatproof as oven mitts. Brace yourself for a tale of reckless confidence, painful regrets, and a pizza that never stood a chance.
By mureed hussainabout a year ago in Filthy
You're late. . Content Warning.
I sighed deeply as I approached the door. I glanced down at my phone before reaching for the handle. 2:39. Damnit. First day of class, and I'm already almost 10 minutes late. Hopefully I can sneak in the back without the professor noticing. I unlocked my phone to take one last peek at my schedule. "Professor Cameron." Didn't seem like the name of a hard-ass if they did happen to notice me slipping into the last row. Shouldn't be too much trouble.
By Alex Manegardenabout a year ago in Filthy
Behind Closed Doors. Content Warning.
What a great start to the day. I thought as I set down another box. I’ve only been awake for an hour, and already, I’ve been set up to babysit, dog-sit, and have moved two car loads of furniture. I wasn’t in a great mood, and figured nothing would be able to make this day better.
By Alex Manegardenabout a year ago in Filthy
