Maturelangauge Stories

23 days till my birthday. (hopefully) 23 diary entrys not much can happen in 23 days.... can it?

The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live . . . .

"We met last year Serenity. You may not remember that night but I could never forget. You saved me." He said as he approached me, forcing me to back away until my back was pressed to the door. I had nowhere to run and his presences was so intimidating. I felt as if I was prey cornered by its predator. He reached his hand out to stroke my cheek, but I flinch and tun my head away from his reach. A small sigh escapes his lips as he brings his face to meet my averted gaze. The look in his eyes is of pure adoration and seriousness. I tremble as I feel his arms wrapping around my waist to bring me closer to him, and then he rests his head on my shoulder and whispers to me... "I need you." A story in which Serenity Bonds finds herself to be the object of someone's affection, and the target of another.

Who'd think that being a drug dealer gun runner and agent of the devil get'ya sent to hell