My least favorite part of the day is mornings. Especially when the first thing you feel is rope tying up your body and a mouthpiece. And just like that, I described someone’s fetish. No big deal, since the first thing I saw upon waking up was a greasy room with only one window shining the sun. It smelled strongly of oil there.
“Ah,” a strange male voice echoed in the distance, almost being drowne...
It started off as the worst day in my life. My mother had awoken me to what she thought was the greatest news.
“We have decided on your husband,” she exclaimed. “You remember that Lord Barnes?”
“Barely,” I muttered as I tried to smuggle myself to death with my own pillow.
“Guess what, you are going to get married to him.”
That was when I lifted the pillow away from my face in horror. I remember t...
Today was like every day for me. I was walking across the beach side of my summer home. It was the only way my head could be cleared. Ever since I was a kid, I had my life set on one path specifically. Be the best businessman I could be.
My parents made sure of that by having me spend extra time in school for studying. Every day, I would spend a good chunk of time just staring out the window in m...
The day started out as fine as it could. I was with three of my brothers, exploring the great Russian wildness in the winter. Some might say that was too dangerous, but we had been doing it since we were kids. This season was actually much nicer than most.
“Hey guys,” my brother Ivan exclaimed in front of me.
“You see those lights in the distance?”
“They look like planes to me,” my older brother ...