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My name is Gale, I'm 16 years old, and I'm an aspiring author that likes to write just about every genre there is
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Freestyle rap
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Rat Gang

Yeah, this is sabotage

Gotta grab my entourage

They livin’ in my garage

These rats an infestation

Ratatouille, my main ho

Makes my dish with tomato

Diagnosed with polio

Got chemical castration

Stuart Little on some shit

Flexin’ in his fresh outfit

Damn, he got some frothy spit

My crew called Rabies Nation

Catch me walkin’ down the street

Pettin’ rats and beatin’ meat

Bite some bitches, rinse, repeat

Got no chance of salvation

Yeah, I’m rabid

Fuck with me and see what happens

That’s what I thought

Rat Gang out

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The hottest, sexiest, steamiest scene you can come up with in only 125 words total.
125 words total. Any hashtags included are part of that 125 words.
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wormonastring in Romance & Erotica

Bon Appétit

“I need you inside of me,” he whined, desperation clinging to his words, “please, God, I need you.”

His hunger was unbearable, but still she forced him to watch while she finished- now visibly wet and dripping onto the counter. His desire grew insatiable with each moment. He wanted to succumb to his carnality, to have just one taste. She would punish him harshly, but even that was better than this agonizing wait. She was getting closer, and he wanted her to go faster- but to rush would ruin the satisfaction of waiting. Then, she was finished. The waffle iron beeped its monotone melody. He placed her onto the table, beside his coffee and a generous bottle of syrup.

“What a great breakfast,” he thought.

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Stalker Farms 1st Annual Horror Short Contest
I work for a haunt attraction in Snohomish WA called "Stalker Farms". It is an immersive experience haunt with story lines and characters, so we are looking for stories, back stories, tall tales, feverish recollections, bad dreams haunting memories... Write a horror story that creates a tale of horror around one, two, or all of the characters described herein. We will link from our Facebook to your entries on Prose to get you more readers! These are short stories, we are looking for up to 500 words max. Our staff will pick a winner. If anyone lives in Western Washington then we will comp tickets to anyone that enters a submission and wants to come out. The winner gets $100. Good luck! Write a story about any or all of the following characters: Suzie - The golden child of the Slasher family. She is spoiled rotten to the core. Her demented giggles taunt her play mates. Over 30 years old but she still doesn’t look a day over eight. Chuck - A butcher that takes a lot of pride in his cuts. He is known for his barbecue, just don't mind pulling a few human hairs out of your teeth. Make sure you don't complain or you will find yourself unlucky enough to be served next. Eski - No bloody sacrifice is enough to appease the terrible craving for blood demanded by this horror, born of a thousand tortured soul's tormented screams.
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wormonastring in Horror & Thriller

Fresh Meat.

Around two years ago, I was 26 and had just bought my first house. It wasn’t anything fancy, but I was really proud of myself. I felt like I had finally “made it.” A responsible adult residing in a quiet suburban neighborhood, working from 9 to 5, living the “American Dream.” This delusion was only strengthened when I received a knock at my door. I naïvely assumed that it was a friendly neighbor coming to greet me.

I opened the front door to find an impressively tall and burly man. He had a long ginger beard and was sporting a red-plaid flannel. He looked like a modern-day lumberjack. He also just happened to smell like barbeque ribs. This must be the guy who hosts the neighborhood cook-outs, I assumed.

“Hey there, pal! The name’s Chuck. I saw the moving van this morning. I was mowin’ the grass and I thought I’d come over to see the fresh meat myself!” He offered me his hand, which had to be twice the size of my own. His grip was so strong that I was certain he would break my entire hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Chuck.” I had always been a pretty socially awkward guy, so the formalities of this introduction made me tense.

“Don’t be so jittery, cowboy! I didn’t mean to startle you. Say, would you mind if I try and make it up to you?”

He flashed me a toothy grin. It looked like he had some sort of meat stuck in his teeth. This only made me more unnerved, but I sustained my optimism and I convinced myself that this was just a normal, neighborly thing.

After agreeing to his proposal, he basically dragged me to his house, which happened to be directly across from mine. His lawn was so overgrown that the grass brushed my knees, and his house looked like it was about to collapse. The windows were broken, and it looked abandoned. That was my first clue of something being wrong.

“Just a bit farther, friend! I’ll cook you up somethin’ real special!” I could hear the morbid excitement in his voice, and I knew that I desperately needed to escape. We arrived at a small building behind his supposed house and he turned to look at me, still wearing that gristle-encrusted smile.

“Just give me a second to open the door here, buddy.” His hold on my wrist loosened as he fumbled with a rusty set of keys. I knew this could be my chance at escape if I was careful.

The door had barely opened when I tore free and ran to my house as fast as I could. From the glimpse that I got, all that was behind that door was a metal table and various medical instruments. I called the police immediately, but when they got there, Chuck was gone.

To this day I’m convinced that I narrowly escaped with my life, and I don’t answer the front door anymore.

I am 21 years or older.