Novelas y relatos de Cliches

This feeling was the best, I could feel it deep down, "Mom this is….." I couldn't even complete the speech, it was as if it was taboo to use the word right now. My body couldn't say no even though I knew deep down it was wrong for my mom to be doing that. My body was just dancing to her tone like it wouldn't say no to the sweet torture I was receiving. "Cum for me"

(Caleb) My knees felt like they were being driven into the asphalt with every single stride. The three-mile marker was a bright neon banner stretching across the stone archway of the historic campus quad, but to me, it looked like a mirage shifting in the cold gray fog. The frantic sprint I had forced at the stadium exit ramp had bought me a temporary, desperate lead, but the bill was coming due. The lactic acid in my quads was a searing, liquid fire, and the rattling cough in my chest was growing heavier, threatening to choke off my oxygen entirely.

“DIE, DIE, DIE!” The word that is overuse right now in this world and book. The cliché curse that everyone is using to torment someone and pin into their minds that there is nothing that they can do but to take that suffering and endure everything. The same word that surprises and for a few seconds put Winona still on her place while the past and the dreaded origin of Kyle’s darkness plays. “What is this?” “You wish and current desire. The one that you told me that you wanted to see and understand?”

It was a text from Deloris. Deloris: "THREE UNSUCCESSFUL ATTEMPTS TO LOG ON TO YOUR OFFICE DESKTOP." My father's a fucking idiot. If he thought I would give him carte blanche in my office, he was dumber than his Neanderthal attitude. Me: "OREN'S IN THE BUILDING." Deloris: "WILL KEEP WATCHING AND STOP FROM MY END." Me: "HE'LL NEVER CRACK YOUR SECURITY. BUT KEEP WATCHING." Deloris: "I ALWAYS DO."