Written by Victoria Stafford
My mistress lures me, dressed in sav’ry red, Golden complexion blush a sultry cheek. Say soft; say pure! She waltzes straight ahead To paradise of blasphemous mystique. In all this time I have fail’ed to see The Gods ward off temptation, though I plead! But I’ve ne’er met another fair as she; Such sinful passions -- strong they often bleed. I navigate through this heated affair; Embrace the scandal, each kiss I savor. My temptress’ lips (I can’t resist, I swear!) -- Each curve a masterpiece, such sweet flavor! And so is the charm of my lover and savior: The Almighty Wendy’s Triple Baconator.
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Written by Kaylee Kowallis
The glow of the figure’s enormous, luminescent eyes was dimmed slightly as its thick lids lowered and the face contorted into a sinister grin that was really more of a grimace. It’s raspy, clicky voice grated against Jern’s ears. “Your humor will be the death of your species.” “Yeah, because your plans always work out so perfectly.” Jern’s fingers were working furiously behind his back. Locks and handcuffs, like sarcasm, had always been a specialty of his. “Oh, but they do, do they not? You are here, trapped and imprisoned, and the fate of your species lies in the balance. All because that little tongue,” the creature made an expression of disgust at the word, “of yours had to twist itself into our affairs.” Jern stuck his tongue out and wiggled it then laughed as the creature squirmed uncomfortably and turned away. “It matters not. You are finished.” |
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