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Taste of Poison

DystopianMilieu

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Reads 1,531
Votes 137
Parts 23
Time 5h 54m

DystopianMilieu

Mature

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Everybody is going to die. Everybody has a due date. We are all like the milk you see at the grocery store. We don't have persertatives to keep us from spoiling quick. We don't have any of that. 
	It's a damn shame. I'm actually jealous of the products that can last for so long without spoiling. 
	My due date is coming. I don't know when, but I feel it. 
	An afterlife? I seriously doubt I'll be going anywhere good after my date is up. I've done a bunch of terrible things. I'm going to do more terrible things. 
	I'm not going to judge the people in Heaven or Hell, though; I got friends in both places. 
	I've had plenty of brushes with death. I've lived, but am I really living? The only time I really feel alive is when I'm doing bad things or I'm so close to death that I can actually taste it. 
	It tastes good, too. It's unlike anything I've ever tasted. 
	Or maybe I'm misjudging something. Maybe it's not death that I'm sensing, but maybe a rebirth? Maybe it's her. 
	Maybe it's that woman that will make me feel alive again or maybe she's the one that will be the death of me. 
	However, it doesn't matter. 
	She is unlike anything that I've ever tasted.All Rights Reserved

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Dad's best friend secret baby by Bethel435

I committed the ultimate betrayal. Instead of helping my best friend's daughter, I claimed her innocence and got her pregnant. After a few years I had gone back to visit my lifelong friend. By then, I had built my tech empire in NYC and was in search for a special-needs-nanny for my 3-year-old daughter suffering from selective mutism. My friend suggested his daughter, a childhood education graduate. The unspoken rule was obvious; keep my hands off his daughter. But then I laid eyes on her... She was the one whose legs were wrapped around me just the night before. And the one whose luscious body I had wildly devoured. She's half my age and every man's dirty fantasy. I tried keeping my distance, but she was like a wildfire consuming my self-control. And the only person to bring my daughter's smile and speech back. Now she is pregnant, and I will stop at nothing to claim her as mine, even if it means losing my best friend.

F*** Cancer, This One Did Us All In. by IgnotusCapillary

There's not a lot that can freak me out in this world. Only large animals with sharp claws, too many people touching me, bullies, hives, horror movies, sitting underneath fans or lights or anything that dangles from a ceiling, glass or wooden bridges, my mother, mosquitoes, public situations, taking a shower with nobody in the house, taking a shower with too many people in the house and crocks. Oh, and zombies. Zombies is definitely on that list. It's almost a shame too, that I have to race through a city packed full of them to find my missing family. Packed full of zombies, by the way, not crocks. (Although I don't know which situation is worse.) Now I have to not only keep my feeble body alive, but also protect (or be protected by) my two best friends in the entire world as we all try to survive in a city packed with the Dead.

A CRYING GEM by MaggieSamW

Agatha For years, I hadn't felt a single spark for any other living being. Had shut myself in a dark world where no one ever bothered to dive in. Not till I met Mr Trouble himself. And he made sure I felt his impact like lightning. I have secrets, dark secrets that terrify me. Can anyone else handle them without having to die? Or will history repeat itself? Will Born and raised in absolute poverty, the only way I could survive was always taking care of only myself. Then I moved schools and met this uptight redhead that everyone feared and avoided because she bathed in luxury. I wanted to test just how far she could go. How deep she could venture in her lavish lifestyle. I thought she was a spoiled brat thinking nobody leveled up to her class. I had vowed to humiliate and scar her. And that, I did. But later realised I was hurting myself too. Along the way, I might have found a much troubled soul than mine. One that had had to bear deep pain than anyone else alive. *25th Feb 2020* Close to 150 pages...(46,513 words)

The Karma Project by knikole_

Today I want to die. Not because of anything in particular or specific, but just because the utter thought of ceasing to exist sounds devastatingly euphoric. To make the noise stop. To stop this stabbing pain in the lowest pit of my stomach that's causing a burning sensation that crawls all over my skin, making me want to peel it off. To stop the guilt that festers every time I take a breath-- an oxygen thief. To stop the constant urge to detonate over anything and everything that dares to love me because in all-- I could never deserve such an honor. Today I want to die. For the longest time, I thought I was just unlucky. That sometimes life doesn't work out for everyone, and for people like me; things just never get better. I had settled into the life of being unlucky, reveled in it, and found comfort in knowing that no matter what; I would just be categorically unlucky. That was until I realized luck had nothing to do with it. It's karma. It's the idea of what goes around comes around, and what goes up must come down. Didn't some philosopher speak to that once? However, it isn't my karma. Well it wasn't at first-- somewhere down the line after all my wrongdoing I'm sure it has switched to mine. But I am the poor soul stuck with my father's karmic retaliation. The karma that he deserves has been thrown against me as some sort of sick cosmic joke-- I'm sure he'd actually celebrate and feast on the fact that once again, he still gets to hurt me even from his grave. Too bad I killed him before he had the chance to see. *Book One in the Karma Duet. Book Two is now in progress, titled: The Karma Study*

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There's A Boy in my Bed (BoyxBoy) by Youroffputting

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Amnesia by xoxoControlFreak

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Dad's best friend secret baby

I committed the ultimate betrayal. Instead of helping my best friend's daughter, I claimed her innocence and got her pregnant. After a few years I had gone back to visit my lifelong friend. By then, I had built my tech empire in NYC and was in search for a special-needs-nanny for my 3-year-old daughter suffering from selective mutism. My friend suggested his daughter, a childhood education graduate. The unspoken rule was obvious; keep my hands off his daughter. But then I laid eyes on her... She was the one whose legs were wrapped around me just the night before. And the one whose luscious body I had wildly devoured. She's half my age and every man's dirty fantasy. I tried keeping my distance, but she was like a wildfire consuming my self-control. And the only person to bring my daughter's smile and speech back. Now she is pregnant, and I will stop at nothing to claim her as mine, even if it means losing my best friend.