Sexy Things to Say and Do

Hot fiction, fifty words or less, made to order.

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She sucked in the night air like smoke, feeling its cool serenity tickle her veins and fingertips. There was possibility in darkness, an empowering uncertainty that daylight often clumsily dismantled. Here, on the street wreathed in shadow, she could be anyone; it was the next-best thing to being online.

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Aphcheesepizza

She sawed away, humming a mute tune that gave onlookers the impression she was having trouble breathing.  Slabs of dough were bound, elastic, unbreakable.  For a meal, it was surprisingly steeped in metaphor, rich imagery on the social strength found in interwoven lives.  For poetry, it was blunt and greasy.

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Carlos-Spicy-Weeeeiner

He read the ingredients he could pronounce, his internal monologue occasionally punctuated by chortles and snorts. “Beef, organic filler… organ meats.” It was mildly entertaining until he encountered the unexpected honesty of “hog anus.” Life, he would learn, was equal parts hilarious and grotesque, with a tendency towards the blunt.

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Slimsimmons

The long, tall stranger always came back, his entry time never known.  He simply turned up in tight hidden spaces, forgotten places in homes.  Cellars, cupboards, the locked trunks of cars, showing no sign of how long he’d been crammed in each place, his expressionless face, seeing whatever it’d seen.

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Shaolinjazz

The taxi thundered down the road, Lucy's infinite orange robes billowing out every open window. The driver kept trying to chat her up. "Buddhism, huh? What's that like?" She loathed small-talk but kept silent, remembering her teachings. Though their eyes met in the mirror, all she saw was Nothing.

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Vampire-Planet

They set out together for new land, as yet unaccustomed to the blind uniformity of civilization.  It was about pain for purpose and the space to take risks rather than living in fear.  It was about freedom and the exchange of fluids.  In other words, it was about love.

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Chioccia2001

The quaking, rattling, shaking Earth felt hackneyed.  ‘Like yeah,’ she thought, wiping oil-stained hands across an apron while shooing the younger children inside, ‘he’s big.  We get it.’  The Suit wasn’t fully charged, but he was miles away.  And the engines spun up very quickly.  There was still time.

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Stelladimaree

Muscles relaxed, mind quieted, she noted the exact moment when her entire body flashed electric, thrumming with the love of the universe. And then it was gone, buried in life’s mundanities. Stella hadn't believed in ghosts until she'd held, and subsequently lost, that feeling- now she'd be haunted for good.

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Zahra422

“Oh gods!” Zahra cried, kneeling over her lover’s corpse, “hear my plea! Grant me strength to destroy the abomination that has stolen away my most cherished companion!” With almost inhuman strength she rounded on the biscuit that had lodged in her paramour’s throat and choked down every last bite.

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Apurpleunicorn73

The Curator gasped, his wrinkled paper-skin fingers grazing its muave coat, tugging its ivory horn. The creature baffled him; he knew its individual parts were valuable, but who could put a price on its beauty? The current Galactic Pricing Index only listed competitive rates for life, honor and love…

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Fduptricks

“Here’s one you can try at home! Settle into a comfortable routine. Assume that you've figured life out and have nothing left to learn. Assume that any threat to your views is an abomination, a purposeful attack. And once time makes it apparent that the world has changed in spite of you, be sure to collapse inward leaving a bitter, resentful corpse.”

-From ‘Magic for Adults,’ 2009, author unknown

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Illxgvlsickysucker469

“What’s wrong with you?” Jason shouted. “It’s a plate of unwrapped candy in the basement of a haunted-ass castle!” Coreen shrugged as the other four children tucked in. There had been exactly enough for each of them. “Does that mean I can have yours?”

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The-Concussion-Journalist

That accusatory diary- odes to places once known, recorded by a person she no longer was.  It’s well-worn spine curved to fit her palms, and some impostor had signed her name to every page.  So she tore them out, extinguishing a history so unreal, it might’ve been printed in textbooks.

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Dappme

The toothless crone smelled like wet wool, her voice dust in a sunbeam. She stuck a snaking digit down his ear canal and pulled it out, only wet up to the first knuckle. "I can top off yer creative juices," she promised. "But you're not gonna like the cost."

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Ourlastofus

The spires once reached for the stars; now their crumbled fingers punctured the horizon, monuments to the refuse they'd dumped on the ground below. "Pizza." Javi licked his lips. "Gyros." "Netflix," Carri countered as they climbed. "I love you, but I'd kill you for a day of forgettable documentaries."

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Haveahopedear

They waived their fingers about, feeling the melody slip between the gaps like smoke, dissipating. If they ever got it right, they'd stop writing forever. But it seemed impossible, the tune they sought- full of slow, mellow sensuality and the soft rhythm of a lover's curves.

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The horns shattered the silence, brute force against the white noise of the cold wind.  Split-Hoof walked out into the blowing snow, not once looking back to glimpse his lovers for the last time. The storm had to stop now. It had to.