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🦇-KINKTOBER DAY 1: MASK KINK (elabs) -🩸

A/N: so we r all going to ignore that this is coming out 20 mins b4 the first days over. at least i finished it. 🤷🏽‍♀️

summary: two masked woman break into your home to fuck you.

contents: DARK ROMANCE. dom! abby x subtop!ellie x sub!reader, disgustingly unrealistic, RUSHED ASF! um being fucked by people u don’t know/people who broke into ur home. degrading, reader squirts, porn with like a smidge of plot? bondage. fingering, nipple play (r receiving)

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you slip into the shower. you’re clothes discarded carelessly on the floor. the steamy air fogs the room up. as the water falls down your skin your mind cant shake the stories that have been being passed along your neighborhood. apparently a shit ton of break ins have been happening in your area. its nothing too serious but its still enough to scare the weak. you’d like to tell yourself its just a halloween prank. i mean come on, they only started the first day of October? it’s probably just some dumb teens playing a stupid joke. probably took it too far & r too pussy to back out now. none of the break ins have resulted in anyone being hurt in any way so it shouldn’t be plaguing your mind like this. even if something did happen you’ll be okay. so when your washing away the grime of the day you attempt to distract yourself, singing to your shower playlist, and humming the tunes to your favorite songs.

“CRASH”

welp perfect.

thats just lovely.

the sound just barley makes it past your booming music. maybe your imagining it? no, no, no, you have to be! this cannot be happening! slowly you turn your music off. carefully you wrap your towel around your curves.

just as you suspected your back glass door was shattered completely. shards of glass lay scattered on the cold tile. your body shivers wether that be from the cold wind of the outside air hitting your wet body, or the fact that your home is actively being broken into. there is no way this is happening right now. you feel your stomach completely drop. the room looks almost untouched besides the broken door. everything is in place and the criminals are no where to be seen. this doesn’t seem like a joke anymore.. tip toeing over the glass you pick up the phone. frantically pressing the buttons of 911. your mind races with possibilities. they could be taking all your belongings right now. they could be anywhere in the house while you stand clueless in your kitchen. one hand holds up your towel above your boobs, and the other fumbles with the phone in your hand. in a rush the phone slides around in your grip, landing on the floor. at this point tears r running down your face. the panic of the situation really kicking in.

you bend down to pick up your mistake. you shake uncontrollably.

instead of shaking your movement stops completely when you feel cold hands grip at your hips. the nails of the person digging into ur towel. they stand behind you. a strong hold on your plushy ass.

“shh shh shhh, its okay” you hear her say. its a girl? her grip feels too strong, her hands feel too big. but her voice, its smooth. most definitely a girl.

“and you wont be needing this, nice try missy.” another girl bends down beside you. her masked face gets into yours as she picks up the phone you were trying to retrieve before you got in this whole predicament. you cant help but notice the hint of a tattoo under her sleeve. it seems like almost a fern? maybe it wraps around her arm. definitely noted for the description of them to the police.

“im going to tie your hands behind your back now, stand up for me doll.” the smooth voice speaks again. one of her strong hand finds the slim of your back, urging you to stand tall. slowly with your eyes shut tight, you lift yourself. you clutch onto your towel, stealthy tieing it onto itself so it doesn’t fall.

“goooddd girl.” the woman with the tattoo speaks. when you open your eyes your met face to face with her. well, mask to face. her mask is of course the iconic ghost face. her voice feels muffled as she talks. its raspy and hoarse. you can taste the malice intent in her voice. “take a picture it’ll last longer, oh wait!” she teases. holding your phone between her pointer and thumb. fucking unfunny joke to make right now. childish humor.

“p-please, what do you want?” you spit out, you sound so pathetic. what do you want? what kind of question is that?

“so she speaks” the woman behind you finally joins the party, after tieing you up with what seems like shoe laces? no its softer. ribbon? why would she be tieing u up like a present? they lead you to your own bedroom. the drawers r flung open. your underwear splayed over your floor carelessly. but only that.

wait

wait.

the woman don’t speak to each other at all. tho the tattooed woman does mumble to herself. too low for you to hear, and further muffled from her mask. still you haven’t gotten a good look at the other girl. you can tell her build is big tho. she isn’t small thats for sure. built like an ox. as if on cue she throws you onto your bed. flinging you around so you bounce onto your back. you were right. huge girl, compression shirt, baggy black pants. the other girl, shes way shorter, she wears a black hoodie, and jeans. interesting pair.

your tears have dried, leaving stains on your face. you bet your eyes are red and puffy, snot still dripping from your nose.

“please ill do anything, just don’t hurt me.”

“we don’t want to hurt you, trust me darling. anything but.” the ox stands tall, her arms crossed over her chest. her beefy arms pressing against each other.

then what the fuck are you doing here?

“we just wanna have some fun is all. is that okay?”

have fun? what the fuck does that even mean? and its a little late to ask for permission, no?

“tell me, tell me it’s okay.”

the other one demands. its s stern tone, but its almost seductive, and should not be making you leak through your towel. (which was already falling off from being thrown around) these woman just broke into your home, took your only source of communication, tied you up, and manhandled you. yet now they claim they ‘just want to have some fun’? interesting. something your willing to play along with.

“play with me.” you choke out. eyes switching between the girls.

“yeah? there she is.” the smaller girl praised. you can hear her smirk from under the mask. Your damp hair falls onto the pillows when the tattooed woman climbs onto you, she pulls your towel off. leaving you completely vulnerable. her hands roam your body. pulling and prodding at the ins and outs of yourself. where the other woman watches. standing over you two. you look up at her, looking into the eyes of the mask. the whole idea if this situation sends shocks of excitement and nervousness through your entire body. you see the peak of a blond braid hiding under her mask.

hot.

you turn to watch the woman who’s playing with you, her slim fingers roaming over your naked curves.

“look at how pretty she is.” she remarks.

“mhm, i know. we picked a good one huh?” the blond haired woman chuckles.

you moan when the tattoo clad woman pulls at your nipples, nipping at the sensitive buds.

“enough ellie, move.” the ox demands.

ellie. good to know.

shorter = ellie.

ellie shifts off of you reluctantly.

“she’s all yours”

“turn over, ass up.” the ox speaks to you. shes shedded her shirt, thrown on the floor with your bras. her muscles are neatly sculpted, the bulk of her body making you drip. yet you still cant see her face. no matter the amount of layers that fall off her body the mask remains stedfast on her head.

interesting. (sexy)

you obey. flipping yourself over, you reveal your soaked pussy.

“so fucking wet already. this turn you on? such a fucking slut. cant even see my face and are a complete mess.” the blond climbs onto the bed, she spreads your pussy lips between her fingers, slowly she pulls away. a string of your release connect you.

a whimper escapes your lips as she degrades you.

“shes adorable, good pick abs.” ellie giggles, sitting next to you. your in such a lewd position, with these girls who broke into your home to fuck you. and you couldn’t be enjoying this more.

without any warning you feel her fingers slide around in your folds. her thick meaty fingers plunge into you. you wince, the stretch hitting u all at once. it felt so fucking good. you wiggle in her grasp, wanting more.

you squish your head to look behind you to get a better look of the girl splitting you open. your hands still tied behind your back. you watch as abs motions to ellie. what what she saying? they seem to be able to communicate without words, it’s genuinely a bit scary. and with that ellie scoots down the bed, her hands reach down your body. rubbing your clit vigorously. you shake. the sudden stimulation overwhelms you. abs fingers thrust into you slower than ellie’s hands play with your clit.

“good, good, calm down. it’s okay we got you.” at this point you cant even tell who’s voice it is. all you could think about was how disgustingly lustful this whole situation was.

“i- uh. fuck- so..soo good. please?”

what were you even begging for?

no clue. they were giving you so much, but you were so fucking needy for more.

abs thrusts were deep and strong, ellies hands were fast and frigid. and together they sent you into a fucking spiral. all three of your breaths are fucked up. yours being quick and uneven, the blonds being slow and filled with deliberation, and ellies seems to be just a whiny as yours. you can tell shes getting off on this.

the ox curls her fingers into you.

“ohmygoddd” you whine into the pillows, your face being smushed into the sheets, your drooling all over your once clean bedding. Abs grunts as she flips u onto your back. it seems so effortless for her. she picks you up and tosses you around like you weigh nothing. she stays quiet beside her breathless huffs of lust. again they begin their assault on your pussy. you hold your legs right under your knees, or at least try to. between your foggy head and blurry vision you cant really do anything at the moment. almost embarrassingly quick you cum at the new position. your body spasms as your release onto the blonds arm. without time to calm down ellie chuckles.

“well would you look at that?.” she tsks

again as your brought back to reality you remember the masks. now these woman could be the ugliest people ever under that hunk of plastic (they in fact r not) but they just fucked your brains out. before abs can respond to your liquid on her arm, ellies knife is at your throat.

(HINT HINT HINT TO TMWS PROMPT) 🤫🤫

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[femmefatal-elusive]

Yes!

"if i were to raise my blades and cut some pieces off me, do you think i'll be enough to fit in anyone's heart?" i asked no one in particular. but the wailing grim soul replied,

"the right person will make more than enough space for you inside their heart without making you feel that you're too much to fit inside it."

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Sakiyah 2

Sakiyah laid in bed, burried under heaps of blankets and pillows.

The sunrise peaked through her blinds casting moving shadows and glimmering light across her decorated walls. Her thrifted art came alive under the morning sun. She stared blankly at the ceiling and then at the walls.

Can you meditate with your eyes open ? She wondered.

This was her happy place, where she could relax and just BE. It sucked there was a time frame put on her mornings. She viewed time as a barrier, restricting her to live in a way her body rejected. Her limbs lay limp begging for more rest, more peace. But she knew she had to get up. Conquer the day. Because everyone says that’s how you’re supposed to spend your time.

Rules.

Everything has rules, some put in place for the betterment of society and the good of all to protect.

Other rules put in place to control , manipulate and keep order.

Sakiyah pondered how subjective time could be. Whose pace are we moving to? Why does every year she inches closer to 30 feel like a dooming cloud upon her. When she thought of her age she could almost hear the tick tick ticking of a clock. She’s not rich, she has no beautiful family. Just her and Olive Oxford. Her rents almost never on time, she could be replaced at her job any day. Another body could be at her desk, running company errands. She has no close friends or family. Just her and her thoughts and her aching need to dream, to live and explore.

Sakiyah rolled over onto her belly, she felt the warm paws of Olive tucked under the sheets, his nose poked out from the pillow and he yawned.

“not ready to face the world either, huh Olive?”

She crept up out of bed slowly, her limbs reaching towards the ceiling as her back cracked .

She decided to do her 20 minute yoga to start the day. She’s been trying to keep herself occupied so her thoughts wouldn’t wander off into dreamland. She worked on her breathing as she bent and stretched her body into contortions.

“Calm thoughts, happy thoughts, you are present. You are here.” She whispered. Her therapist taught her the two-two-two rule to bring her back to reality. She focused in on naming two things she could hear: Olive playing with a crumbly napkin, and the beat of the drums on the soothing music to stretch to playlist. She named two things she could feel, her feet pressed against the cold hardwood floor of her living room. And finally two things she could see… she peeked one eye open and smiled at Olive, noting his green eyes, and then the light of her phone lit up…

“Ah shit” she dropped her warrior pose and twisted her ankle, aahhhh she let out a deep sigh and crawled to the couch where her phone lay. Clumsy could be Sakiyahs middle name.

It was her coworker Marissa, she wasn’t necessarily a friend of Sakiyahs but she looked up to her in a since. Marissa is a powerhouse. Owning a share of her families chain of retail companies , she lived a modest life giving most of her profit away to black owned businesses, families in need and even going to local schools and paying for the supplies of the under privileged.

Marissa’s sweet character wasn’t the only thing Sakiyah admired. In Dreamland they had already had a house, two dogs and 3 adopted children.

She read Marissa’s text over and over trying to think of a proper response without sounding too stupid

Sakiyah : there’s a meeting with our partners from the Karl & Carl Foundation. Before you ask, yes Alyssa chose to collaborate with a group of heterosexual misogynistic men AGAIN. But her heart is in the right place and this could be a power move to get our name out there. Meeting is in 45 minutes!! Please be on time”

Marissa knew Sakiyah well, and knowing Marissa; Sakiyah knew the meeting was more than likely over an hour away but she wanted her to be early to brief her.

Sakiyah flew through the doors an hour after receiving the text. Her hair pinned neatly up in a bun, the scent of vanilla and chocolate wafting through the air. Marissa met her at the office door with an extra latte in hand

“ Right on time girl” she winked…”the meeting starts in 20 minutes” she handed her a stack of notes that were color coded and probably in alphabetical order. She couldn’t be any more perfect Sakiyah thought. She grabbed the notes and latte as they headed down the hall to Marissa’s office, one of the biggest corner offices on the third floor. With a beautiful view of the Philadelphia water front. The chairs squeezed as Sakiyah scooted closer to Marissa’s desk. She finally looked up at her and took in the full view. Marissa had her hair down today, perfectly straightened brown tresses fell upon her shoulders. Marissa eyes were fixed on her laptop, but Sakiyahs eyes studied her quickly before Marissa could catch her gaze. Her skin was deep, mixed with Haitian and Cambodian her dark complexion always seemed to glisten. She was one of the only black female hire ups in the company. She was always so put together.

Sakiyahs eyes fell to Marissa’s plump lips…her thoughts immediately drifted to her dreams the night before.

Marissa gazing into her eyes, smiling as she whispered “I have something for you…” pointing under her desk…and just as Sakiyah leaned under to peek at the mystery she woke up. Her heart pounding and a sticky puddle between her thighs.

“Sakiiii? You good girl ??”

Shit I did it again, thought Sakiyah

“Yes sorry, I didn’t get much sleep last night” Sakiyah swallowed hard , her mouth dry she took a sip of her latte …thank god Marissa wasn’t a mind reader.

She sat quietly and studied Marissa’s notes.

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Thoughts??

She isn’t asleep but she’s always dreaming.

Dreaming with her eyes wide open.

Sometimes it’s hard to keep focus on conversations with her family and small group of friends. It’s hard for her to live in reality because reality is so… fake

Filled with fake people working fake jobs with fake smiles plastered on their fake filler filled lips. People who smile in your face and gossip behind your back. People who tell you everything will be okay when they know it probably won’t. People who laugh with you but look confused when your heart aches and you need someone to cry to. People who go on social media and post “check on your strong friends” but only surround themselves with people who have false personalities and live their lives through instagram stories, posting perfect pictures with lyrics from their favorite song (actually their favorite influencers favorites songs, at least that’s what their favorite IG model posted but she’s probably in her apartment in NY wondering why her vagina is burning after sleeping with her 10th sugar daddy, not that there’s anything wrong with SW or Sugar Daddy’s, just that she only heard a snippet of that song while walking to her local grocery store to buy a 3rd plan B and she snapped a photo of her coffee with the lyrics captioned “I have this on repeat” it’s all fake , is what I’m saying.” Ignoring their closest friends cries for help through unanswered texts who are drowning in their own thoughts, much like Sakiyah. But that’s killing the vibe and ruining the soft girl aesthetic. So they never reach out, and the strong friends end up on the other side of life.

Sakiyah sighed a long drawn out sigh. She felt her throat rumble as she groaned, yawning she rolled over onto her pillow; stretching her long brown limbs into the air then letting them go and dropping them lazily into a cloud of fuzzy blankets. Her queen sized bed was her happy place, with its soft silk almond colored sheets , that almost match the color of her eyes. Her fluffy pillows of all shapes and sizes and colors. She found her most elusive dreams happened here. Snuggled up in her safe haven. Her door closed and the world shut out. Just her and her breath and sometimes her cat, Olive. With her eyes wide open, she’d stare at the ceiling and think of how life could be if she actually ever had a chance to feel alive. She looked at her phone and realized an hour had past since she got in from her day job.

She worked in an office filled with people who looked nothing like her. They were all pale skinned, and blonde hair and she was all dark with a head full of curls that only grew upward toward the son and rarely rested upon her shoulders. Although she looked nothing like them she still felt she belonged in a since, at the top eating lunch with CEOs from New York and meeting businesswomen from all over the US. Laughing over mounds of paperwork with a new colleague who transferred from California, or a small town Floridian woman who knew all the latest celebrity news. She never thought she’d end up a secretary for an elite head executive of a woman-owned retail company. But she was just happy to have a steady flow of income. Her real dream was to not have to work at all. To explore the worlds deepest caves and highest mountains, to swim in the ocean or lay under the sun with a pina coloda in her hand on an island with a name she hardly could pronounce. These were some of the things she would imagine she could do if she had financial freedom and the will to do as she please without societal pressure to live the American dream. She could meet new people, laugh with strangers, and maybe even find a soulmate. Because surely, he or she couldn’t exist in New Jersey. Although she worked with women and stood for all things feminism she still felt out of place every where anywhere and nowhere at the same time. She couldn’t put her finger on what her life was missing but the lack of it had put a burning desire in her to dig deep and find out exactly why she’d been so sad, dreaming more than usual, using books to escape her life. She’d even become dazed during work meetings. She was diagnosed with ADHD and adjustment disorder at a young age. She’d never seemed to get control of her dreaming. She just knew it felt like her head was the only place she could feel free. Free to think what she thought and be who she was.

“Ding…ding…ding” she heard her microwave go off in the kitchen and hopped up quickly as the smell of slightly burnt popcorn filled her small apartment. She quickly ran down the hall and accidentally stumbled on Olive’s tale “Yeerrrr!” The cat screeched and ran “I’m sorry Papa, you stay under my feet though” she rolled her eyes and popped open the microwave.

Because of her odd habits it was hard for her to keep friends. She would do her best to stay in contact with those closest to her but it became harder on a daily basis up just be “normal”. Her life was missing something, or someone and she was determined to find it.

To be continued …

Q#freestylewriting #newjersey #writingexcercise #read #book #writer #Shortstory #Random

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Same

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Let me know if I should continue with this or start a new storyyyyy

She isn’t asleep but she’s always dreaming.

Dreaming with her eyes wide open.

Sometimes it’s hard to keep focus on conversations with her family and small group of friends. It’s hard for her to live in reality because reality is so… fake

Filled with fake people working fake jobs with fake smiles plastered on their fake filler filled lips. People who smile in your face and gossip behind your back. People who tell you everything will be okay when they know it probably won’t. People who laugh with you but look confused when your heart aches and you need someone to cry to. People who go on social media and post “check on your strong friends” but only surround themselves with people who have false personalities and live their lives through instagram stories, posting perfect pictures with lyrics from their favorite song (actually their favorite influencers favorites songs, at least that’s what their favorite IG model posted but she’s probably in her apartment in NY wondering why her vagina is burning after sleeping with her 10th sugar daddy, not that there’s anything wrong with SW or Sugar Daddy’s, just that she only heard a snippet of that song while walking to her local grocery store to buy a 3rd plan B and she snapped a photo of her coffee with the lyrics captioned “I have this on repeat” it’s all fake , is what I’m saying.” Ignoring their closest friends cries for help through unanswered texts who are drowning in their own thoughts, much like Sakiyah. But that’s killing the vibe and ruining the soft girl aesthetic. So they never reach out, and the strong friends end up on the other side of life.

Sakiyah sighed a long drawn out sigh. She felt her throat rumble as she groaned, yawning she rolled over onto her pillow; stretching her long brown limbs into the air then letting them go and dropping them lazily into a cloud of fuzzy blankets. Her queen sized bed was her happy place, with its soft silk almond colored sheets , that almost match the color of her eyes. Her fluffy pillows of all shapes and sizes and colors. She found her most elusive dreams happened here. Snuggled up in her safe haven. Her door closed and the world shut out. Just her and her breath and sometimes her cat, Olive. With her eyes wide open, she’d stare at the ceiling and think of how life could be if she actually ever had a chance to feel alive. She looked at her phone and realized an hour had past since she got in from her day job.

She worked in an office filled with people who looked nothing like her. They were all pale skinned, and blonde hair and she was all dark with a head full of curls that only grew upward toward the son and rarely rested upon her shoulders. Although she looked nothing like them she still felt she belonged in a since, at the top eating lunch with CEOs from New York and meeting businesswomen from all over the US. Laughing over mounds of paperwork with a new colleague who transferred from California, or a small town Floridian woman who knew all the latest celebrity news. She never thought she’d end up a secretary for an elite head executive of a woman-owned retail company. But she was just happy to have a steady flow of income. Her real dream was to not have to work at all. To explore the worlds deepest caves and highest mountains, to swim in the ocean or lay under the sun with a pina coloda in her hand on an island with a name she hardly could pronounce. These were some of the things she would imagine she could do if she had financial freedom and the will to do as she please without societal pressure to live the American dream. She could meet new people, laugh with strangers, and maybe even find a soulmate. Because surely, he or she couldn’t exist in New Jersey. Although she worked with women and stood for all things feminism she still felt out of place every where anywhere and nowhere at the same time. She couldn’t put her finger on what her life was missing but the lack of it had put a burning desire in her to dig deep and find out exactly why she’d been so sad, dreaming more than usual, using books to escape her life. She’d even become dazed during work meetings. She was diagnosed with ADHD and adjustment disorder at a young age. She’d never seemed to get control of her dreaming. She just knew it felt like her head was the only place she could feel free. Free to think what she thought and be who she was.

“Ding…ding…ding” she heard her microwave go off in the kitchen and hopped up quickly as the smell of slightly burnt popcorn filled her small apartment. She quickly ran down the hall and accidentally stumbled on Olive’s tale “Yeerrrr!” The cat screeched and ran “I’m sorry Papa, you stay under my feet though” she rolled her eyes and popped open the microwave.

Because of her odd habits it was hard for her to keep friends. She would do her best to stay in contact with those closest to her but it became harder on a daily basis up just be “normal”. Her life was missing something, or someone and she was determined to find it.

To be continued …

Q#freestylewriting #newjersey #writingexcercise #read #book #writer #Shortstory #Random

[femmefatal-elusive]

She isn’t asleep but she’s always dreaming.

Dreaming with her eyes wide open.

Sometimes it’s hard to keep focus on conversations with her family and small group of friends. It’s hard for her to live in reality because reality is so… fake

Filled with fake people working fake jobs with fake smiles plastered on their fake filler filled lips. People who smile in your face and gossip behind your back. People who tell you everything will be okay when they know it probably won’t. People who laugh with you but look confused when your heart aches and you need someone to cry to. People who go on social media and post “check on your strong friends” but only surround themselves with people who have false personalities and live their lives through instagram stories, posting perfect pictures with lyrics from their favorite song (actually their favorite influencers favorites songs, at least that’s what their favorite IG model posted but she’s probably in her apartment in NY wondering why her vagina is burning after sleeping with her 10th sugar daddy, not that there’s anything wrong with SW or Sugar Daddy’s, just that she only heard a snippet of that song while walking to her local grocery store to buy a 3rd plan B and she snapped a photo of her coffee with the lyrics captioned “I have this on repeat” it’s all fake , is what I’m saying.” Ignoring their closest friends cries for help through unanswered texts who are drowning in their own thoughts, much like Sakiyah. But that’s killing the vibe and ruining the soft girl aesthetic. So they never reach out, and the strong friends end up on the other side of life.

Sakiyah sighed a long drawn out sigh. She felt her throat rumble as she groaned, yawning she rolled over onto her pillow; stretching her long brown limbs into the air then letting them go and dropping them lazily into a cloud of fuzzy blankets. Her queen sized bed was her happy place, with its soft silk almond colored sheets , that almost match the color of her eyes. Her fluffy pillows of all shapes and sizes and colors. She found her most elusive dreams happened here. Snuggled up in her safe haven. Her door closed and the world shut out. Just her and her breath and sometimes her cat, Olive. With her eyes wide open, she’d stare at the ceiling and think of how life could be if she actually ever had a chance to feel alive. She looked at her phone and realized an hour had past since she got in from her day job.

She worked in an office filled with people who looked nothing like her. They were all pale skinned, and blonde hair and she was all dark with a head full of curls that only grew upward toward the son and rarely rested upon her shoulders. Although she looked nothing like them she still felt she belonged in a since, at the top eating lunch with CEOs from New York and meeting businesswomen from all over the US. Laughing over mounds of paperwork with a new colleague who transferred from California, or a small town Floridian woman who knew all the latest celebrity news. She never thought she’d end up a secretary for an elite head executive of a woman-owned retail company. But she was just happy to have a steady flow of income. Her real dream was to not have to work at all. To explore the worlds deepest caves and highest mountains, to swim in the ocean or lay under the sun with a pina coloda in her hand on an island with a name she hardly could pronounce. These were some of the things she would imagine she could do if she had financial freedom and the will to do as she please without societal pressure to live the American dream. She could meet new people, laugh with strangers, and maybe even find a soulmate. Because surely, he or she couldn’t exist in New Jersey. Although she worked with women and stood for all things feminism she still felt out of place every where anywhere and nowhere at the same time. She couldn’t put her finger on what her life was missing but the lack of it had put a burning desire in her to dig deep and find out exactly why she’d been so sad, dreaming more than usual, using books to escape her life. She’d even become dazed during work meetings. She was diagnosed with ADHD and adjustment disorder at a young age. She’d never seemed to get control of her dreaming. She just knew it felt like her head was the only place she could feel free. Free to think what she thought and be who she was.

“Ding…ding…ding” she heard her microwave go off in the kitchen and hopped up quickly as the smell of slightly burnt popcorn filled her small apartment. She quickly ran down the hall and accidentally stumbled on Olive’s tale “Yeerrrr!” The cat screeched and ran “I’m sorry Papa, you stay under my feet though” she rolled her eyes and popped open the microwave.

Because of her odd habits it was hard for her to keep friends. She would do her best to stay in contact with those closest to her but it became harder on a daily basis up just be “normal”. Her life was missing something, or someone and she was determined to find it.

To be continued …

Q#freestylewriting #newjersey #writingexcercise #read #book #writer #Shortstory #Random