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I'm not a lightweight by any means, I've had my fair share of alcohol during college. "Wanna dance Nic?" I ask as I set the half empty beer bottle on the table. Nicola take a sip of his almost full one before he stands up and we go to dance. We go back the same way we were earlier tonight and we are chest to chest. "You have the most attractive eyes I've ever seen," I admit to him as I look into his blue eyes. "You do," he replies as he tightens his hold around my waist, "they are a warm brown, it reminds me of honey."

NIKO Past... “Nikki, what are you doing here?” I ask, wondering who I have to maim for letting her into my office without permission. The dark-haired woman stutters towards my desk in a red jumpsuit, a designer bag hanging off her arm. “Sometimes a girl needs a little excitement in life, where else to find it than here in New York? We always have fun together, fighting, fucking, blowing shit up, a man like you has needs, so I thought why the hell not” she ends with a shrug.

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

WWith those words, Jada threw Niki a dagger and turned around with Moxxi. Niki was left staring at the gleaming blade, stupefied. She had never been this desperate… No, she would eventually die, but not here! She would fight back! Picking up the dagger, Niki waited until neither Jada nor Moxxi were watching when she leapt toward Jada! "You've done it now." Jada simply spun and kicked Niki away, snatching the dagger out of her grasp and killing her right then. That was when Frank returned, chuckling. "You did it? And here I thought I could do it!"

I'll leave that for a future post if anyone wants to hear. I lived in the country, and was an only child, so no friends near or siblings to experiment with. So one hot summer day I walked the quarter mile down between the fields to the small creek. I wasn't supposed to go down there but mom never paid attention. So I went skinny dipping in the secluded creek. This particular day a rather large, but friendly dog was running around, a Lab mix of some sort. I went to high ground to see if someone was around, but nobody. I had already been jacking off in the creek when the dog came over, tail wagging. I noticed he had a dick like me. So naturally I started touching it and it grew. I started to s

Because they chose it while it lasted. They felt it fully and they walked away knowing exactly what it was. Chloe looked down at the diary again, her expression calmer now, more settled. “I liked this one,” she said simply. “Messy, wrong, intense as hell… but still somehow… honest.” Her fingers tapped lightly against the page as she moved forward. “…yeah,” she added under her breath. “That one stays with you. Let's see what comes next” ______ Episode 28 – Locker Room Lust

What is written inside it? She did not sleep. She sat at her small desk with her laptop open and the cursor blinking in an empty search bar and thought about where you even begin when what you are looking for has no name and no shape and the only person who knows anything about it is a girl who tried to kill you four hours ago. She typed: dark journal occult. Deleted it. Typed: ancient journals with hidden locations. Deleted that too. She pushed back from the desk and pressed her palms flat on her knees and stared at the ceiling.

I hope that they will experience what my friend Nikki (not her real name) did. Nikki was the kind of person who loved to experiment. When she read about a new style, trend, or discovery in a book or magazine, she would believe it immediately… and try it out. It just so happened that she read about a fad before that was called the “pet tree project.” It’s when you look for a tree and make it your “pet.” It was kind of like those pet rocks that you always talk to, stroke, cuddle…

Dad said with his eyes still on the screen causing Nik to almost say ‘how rude’ but he stopped because he didn’t want to get smacked again for talking nonsense. Though, Nik felt that those smacks were totally unreasonable, and he didn’t deserve them at all. He wrote all this in his little, tiny red diary which was placed in the drawer of his study table which only mom ever checks and thinks that whatever is wrote in there is fun to read because all names are written in codes. Like hers is poo-bear. She loves it. It has all little stories of what they did that he didn’t deserve. He has watched all shows and read her novels, even though this young boy can’t really explain what’s written, it’s

Nikon: After I was done with the whole day’s work, I finally had some “me time.” Sitting in my armchair and looking outside the window, I poured myself a shot of vodka. I deserve some peace. But my choice of comfort and peace meant reading or getting information on my enemies. In my hand was a small, vintage-style, red-covered diary. It had slipped out of the bags when the maids were packing them. I opened the diary and read the first sentence: “Today was a weird day. Uncle Ron made me take an extra shift even after I had returned from transferring blood.”