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Her Friend, Our Secret. Content Warning.
This wasn’t how I imagined this playing out. I chose to confront Lexi when Jessica was at work. Knowing she would defend her childhood friend with unwavering loyalty. This had to be done; however, I wasn’t prepared for the madness that would be its aftermath.
By T.D. Chronicler2 days ago in Filthy
OMG, How Did I End Up There?. Content Warning.
I never thought I’d write this down, but after what happened last night, I can’t keep it inside anymore. My name’s Jess, I’m 24, and I live in this cramped two-bedroom apartment with my stepdad, Mark. He’s 48, built like a guy who still works construction even though he runs his own small contracting business now. Mom left when I was 17, and it’s just been us ever since. People always said we were too close, but they didn’t know the half of it.
By Chahat Kaur3 days ago in Filthy
Stranger In The Rain. Content Warning.
I never planned for it to happen. Not like that. Not with a complete stranger whose name I still don’t know. My name is Lila. I’m twenty-three, a freelance graphic designer who works from coffee shops and the tiny studio apartment I rent in downtown Seattle. That Friday night I’d been out with friends at a rooftop bar in Capitol Hill—laughing too loud, drinking tequila sunrises that tasted like summer and bad decisions. Around eleven the rain started, the kind that comes down in sheets and turns the city into a neon blur. Everyone else called Ubers and scattered. I stayed a little longer, chasing the buzz, until the bar kicked us out at closing.
By Chahat Kaur3 days ago in Filthy
My Roommate's Sister
Mason and Josh ended up chatting the entire three hour drive back to campus so it wasn’t until they were back in their dorm that Mason texted Leni for the first time. He let her know they had made it back to school safely and that he missed her already. He couldn’t help but smile at the screen when she responded saying she missed him too.
By Jo. Schmidt7 days ago in Filthy
Homecoming
The thing about a beach house is that you can smell the ocean even if you're far from it. It's funny seeing the leaves in the trees blow in the same wind that brings the smell of salt over to me. Before smelling the salt, I could pretend I was back on the opposite coast, living with roommates, not parents.
By Mary Magenta8 days ago in Filthy
