Build Our Machine Lyrics Novels & Stories

I cried out, hips bucking involuntarily, forcing the machine’s cock even deeper. He didn’t stop. Drip. Drip. Drip.

"I build the way out. Trust me." The emotional tension was a suffocating, visceral weight. For the first time, we weren't fighting for a throne or a code; we were fighting for the next breath. The "Sync" flickered one last time, a pathetic, dying whine that made me realize how much we had relied on the machine to define our bond.

Everything we'd built together. Our future. Starting now. Beginning with this moment of peace and love and anticipation. Together. Forever. **To be continued **

There were visible cracks on the wooden surface, but she had carefully glued the tiny dancing boy together again. When she wound the key, the delicate, tinkling notes of "Swan" filled the room. "My hands aren't as steady as they used to be," she said, awkwardly rubbing her hands together. "In a few days, I'll buy you a prettier music box from the city." I hugged the music box to my chest like a long-lost treasure. Smiling, I said, "I love this music box the most, Mom. This is the best music box in the world because you made it."

She nodded, slower this time. "Then you’ll get your prize," I said quietly, my voice low. I turned back to the machine, my focus returning to the glass. My thumb hovered over the button. For a moment, I paused. Then, under my breath, I made a silent plea. Just once. Just give me the damn bear. The claw closed around the bear’s head and lifted it. My eyes stayed fixed on it as it moved slowly across the machine, suspended over the chute. For a brief moment, everything felt still.

If Jerry wants to buy me a burger and listen to me talk, I am going to let him. I press the pedal down. The machine hums to life, the needle punching rapidly through the fabric in a loud, rhythmic clatter. I keep my foot on the pedal, feeding the spandex through the machine, and I don't stop until my hands stop shaking.

Tears prick my eyes as I listen. Even if the world that we built falls at our feet We're still right where we're supposed to be Together through ups and the downs Dungeons and ivory towers We stay like that, the three of us on the dance floor as the song ends and the pack returns to the floor, dancing around us. There are still plenty of trials and tribulations ahead of us, but for now, we forget that as we both revel in the love we found together, the beautiful girl we made, and the happiness of the life we've built together.

A voice echos infrastructure of me. Oh no, we've been caught.​

I replied. Then we saw dance machine. The glowing floor panels. The big screen. The crowd forming around it. He looked at it. Then at me. “No.” “Yes.” “Jayden.” “Scared?” He stared at the machine like it personally offended him. Then he stepped forward. “You’re on.” We climbed onto the platform. The music started blasting. Fast. Dramatic. The kind of song that exposes you if you can’t keep up. At first, we were both terrible. Missing steps. Almost slipping. The machine flashing MISS like it wanted to embarrass us publicly.