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Welcome to my entries of poetry, short stories, of all different ways of writing...  ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** And, my poetry Lair, as of March 2017 + MARCH 2020 ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** For Cinn  "Pursue the Horizon - Open for Signups"  
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| She walked both and forth within the small confines of her apartment. It was as clean as a hospital, and it had the scent of disinfectant in the air. Her friend waved a melting popsicle at her friend. "Are you going to stay in here all day, Rachel?" "Their domain is out there, Sam. Or they could be here. I swear if you get a drop of that melted sugar on this floor." Rachel let the threat sit between them. Sam only laughed, and the sticky liquid dripped down to her fingers. She licked the juice off her fingers and kept slurping at the fluorescent orange colored dessert. "Oh, and the Boogey bugs might get you?" Sam wiggled her fingertips at Rachel. Rachel stepped back and placed a hand on her chest. "It's not funny," Rachel huffed. Rachel scratched at her head. She always felt like they were on her. It was like the feeling of ants crawling on her skin. Though, she could never remove the unseeable insects from her skin. They kept spreading, growing on every viable inch. Rachel tried to sit down next to her friend. The sensation became in that instant, and she leaped back on her feet. "It's a little funny, Rach." "I think they're on me. I think they're inside me," Rachel whispered. Sam cocked an eyebrow and licked the remnants of the sticky popsicle. She threw the stick in the garbage, and Rachel ran to close the bag immediately. Rachel released a sigh of relief as Sam washed her hands in the sink. Rachel pulled the tie close, and her long-sleeved shirt exposed self-inflicted scratch marks. Sam dried her hands and walked to her friend. The claw marks shown brightly against her pale white skin. The red welts cried blood, and some of the blood dripped on the floor. It contrasted against the pristine, hospital-grade white floors. Sam knelt to take the towel she used to dry her hands. She rubbed the blood off the floor. Rachel watched her and pulled down her sleeve. "You need help, Rach," Sam whispered. "I don't know how to make it stop. They're always on me," Rachel scratched again at her head. The scalp was raw from her blunt nails scratching at the surface. Sam went to grab Rachel's hand to hold it her own. She screamed as something climbed down from the inside of Rachel's shirt. It was a small, tiny beetle looking creature that had small jaws. Rachel screamed as the insect fell to the floor and landed on its back. More crawled out from underneath her shirt, and Rachel stomped at the insects. "Take your shirt off! Take it off!" Rachel pulled off the shirt and threw it to the side. At the edges of the home, terminates were entering through the corners of the apartment. Sam took off her hoodie and wrapped her friend inside of the cotton. "We leave now." "I'm not okay, I'm not okay," Rachel said barely above a whisper. "Yeah, well, I'm here, and I got you. Let's get out of here." Sam zipped her friend up in the hoodie. She stomped on the remaining bugs in their way. Rachel tried to leap over the pile that was accumulating. She shook, and her whole body drenched in sweat. Sam dragged her friend forward to leave her home behind. -- Word Count: 559 Words Prompt #4: Write a story that includes Entomophobia or Acarophobia For:
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| "Take it off." I held the huff forming in my throat. We would play it Jack's way. I shrugged the skimpy, light spaghetti strap off my broad shoulder. Then, shimmied my hips to allow my light, barely-there dress to escape me. "Come to me," he said. I stalked toward him. I was trying to be a good girl, but that was a relative term. "Turn and bend over." I did as he asked. Jack's fingers found all my crevices and curves. A gasp formed in my throat. The empty couch steadied me as his hands took me for his own. -- Word Count: 97 Words Out Of 100 Words For:
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