Novel & Cerita Pee

Now she was inhaling and exhaling frantically as she eyed the kn*fe thinking of ways to gently pull it out. “D*mn it hurts like hell. Why make me suffer if you only want me dead?” she complains as she looks up. The rain is still pouring heavily and it begins to hurt her eyes the more she keeps staring. She decided to stop struggling and kept them close. "It's futile anyway, let me have one sweet dream just this once." It sounded more like a fervent prayer than a request. *** "Welcome home sweet pea." Her mom kisses her left cheek and ushers her to the dining table. Then gets back to the kitchen counter. "I cooked your favorite for dinner."

An insane thought to match an unreal evening. Despite the throbbing pain in her head, she pushed herself to her hands and knees then stood. Dizziness made her wobble, and she spent a moment blinking until the room stopped moving. She surveyed the area. No one sat on the sofa or at the scarred Formica table from the seventies behind it. Beyond those relics was an open kitchen, its butcher-block countertop piled high with refuse and dirty dishes, pizza boxes, cans of pop, wrappers, and a plate with something green and fuzzy growing from it. Not seeing anyone, or an exit-which she really wanted before she ran into crazy David again-she whirled. And screamed!

Pear called out. “Selling soup is a little bit cheap. It's a bit expensive. Vegetables are grown in the garden, don’t spend money to buy and aren’t as expensive as abroad, no need to count each stem. Water is full in the well. Woods are full around the hill.” Mr. Pine spoke up. That means Daisy scoops up the soup a little more. But they don’t want to say it directly.

 ~AUTHOR'S POV~

Chapter Twenty-three Repeated History Sebastian I had gone out to get the chopsticks which I forgot to get along with the package I bought. I also got some drinks with it. My stomach grumbled from hunger; I hadn’t had anything to eat for hours. It was the very first time I would go hours without eating.

“ If you were my wife, I’d never let you out the house!” The inside of the room where the party was being kept was lively. Neon lights bouncing off the walls and all all the latest music was blasting through the surround sound. Hey mama, you look yummy. As she walked in a circle around Capri, Ki was praising her friend. “Let’s get you a drink so you can get loose!” Ki… “One of anything fruity that creeps up on you later, she needs it!” Capri…. “I’m not a drinker if it has a heavy alcohol taste I can’t stomach it!”

"Bleurgh." Quinn looked at her in surprise. "Don't like the taste?" "The smell is just a little strong," Zoe said, quickly putting down her glass. "It is a unique flavor," Sean said, noticing Zoe's reaction just then. "You can have something else if you're not used to it—which do you prefer, wine or beer?" "Beer," Zoe said, withstanding the queasiness in her belly while feeling puzzled. She never did like vodka, but not to the point that she got literally sick.

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He had his head turned, talking to Garret, and I thought about just taking a piece but decided against it. “Babe,” I stated, nudging him with my elbow. He turned to look at me. “Can I have a piece?” “It’s bloody, Piccolo. Its room temperature cooked.” “I want a mushroom.” He raised his eyebrow at me. “You don’t like mushrooms.” “Well, I have a craving for them.” He stuck his fork in the mushroom and held it out to me. I took the mushroom off with my teeth, careful not to get lipstick on his fork. It was actually pretty good. I took my fork and stuck it in another, eating it before returning to my own plate.

That day he found no mates for his favourite play. I really liked the action of piss pigs. I realised how much spare liquid a human being can hold. I could tell those who had not urinated for a long time from those who had, however, emptied themselves before the session. When the piss got onto me I could tell who had drunk water, who had drunk beer, who had eaten pineapple, or raspberries, or who had even taken some medicine. All those kinds of piss are dear and precious to me.