by murasaki My group project partner and I were hunched over our laptops when I felt the first familiar brush across my cheek. “Sorry, I have to go to the restroom,” I told Rebekah as quickly and nicely as possible, then bolted. I was just glad it was starting off slowly this time. I barely […]
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Highway Hypnosis
by murasaki Bored and confined in the gray-green slog of a Midwestern highway, Paul decided to think about dicks. He’d given up on his podcast when the rain started flinging itself at his windshield with a pattering, thunderous scream. There was no actual thunder or lightning. It was just a good hard afternoon rainstorm, […]