Retarded Stuff Novels & Stories

"Don't say it. Her rhythm is stronger than it was yesterday." "Does anyone have a pen," I choke with a light smile.

Not happy endings. **************************************************

Things are finally starting to go right for me. XXX

I yowl as quietly as I can from my still hidden place in the shrubbery. “You’d never do that to my future husband,” the little imp dares to taunt back. Chapter 1:3 Stalkers and Retarded Penguins

There was no love left in me for her, she only made my cock hard. “I’m so mad at you right now. You allowed this bullshit to ruin what we had. You could have confronted me but you took a bitchy route around this whole situation by ghosting me instead of confronting me like a real man. You believed the same bitch... the same bitch that participated in tricking me to come to this country and I was almost turned to a fucking prostitute because of her! You’re an asshole, Jason.”

She had an upset stomach and was now passing out liquid excrete. Bent in her purging position, she began pondering on what could have triggered such. For the past two days she hadn't had something to eat except... "It's that fucking chunk of meat," Dale cursed and resumed her groaning. She screamed at the top of her voice that one would think she was in labour. She had stolen a warthog's meat. Which was not properly cooked. The unhealthily prepared meat of the dirty snorting creature had poisoned her.

"Marcus, I don't think your sister is fine. She is going backward." "What do you mean?" "She is saying things that make no sense, and she kept singing, hush, little baby." "Thats a song my mom sang to us when we were afraid." Marcus grew concerned, clenching his fist, “those assholes fucked her mentally." "We must take her to a doctor for an MRI." Marcus walked over to the window, staring out. Lacy white-edged clouds rolled in over the blue sky, their centers as deep as any shoreline rock.

"He thinks he can just force the pieces to fit." ​

It is like watching a 3-year-old trying to explain a complex idea, and Madissa can't help but giggle. Nerissa uses simplified versions of Aquasign and exaggerates the gestures, making larger sweeps with her hands. Her exaggerated gestures and expressions only add to the humor, and Madissa knows that the merfolk must be completely confused. She shakes her head and continues to focus on capturing the air, hoping that they can make it back to Tritania without incident.

No way to clean this up in time. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK."