#follower fiction

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Steven-The-Secret-Demon

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!  The red devil on the card gaped moronically through its stereotypical goatee.  See ya soon!  Forked tongue flickering hotly over too-sharp teeth, Steven loathed the group’s chuckling.  We’re not like that! he shouted internally, but knew no one cared.  Instead, he laughed along and hated himself for it.

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Mimiscrumptious

Fluffy pancakes with whipped butter.  Golden, flakey biscuits.  Sizzling, thick-cut bacon.  Runny eggs.  Greasy, fried potatoes.  Kayla catalogued every item by its negative health consequence before anyone could get even the smallest scrap onto their plate.  The meat was too processed, the flour too bleached, the eggs inhumane, the smoked fish unsustainable, the coffee not fair-trade, the water too cold.  She’d taken some legitimate concerns, mixed them with a delicious meal, and ground the whole thing down into a guilt-laden, inedible black paste of suffering over-consideration.  So Mimi stuck her fork in the girl’s arm and pried out a chunk.  Some salt would’ve been nice, but at least she was gluten-free.

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Sirifromdaiphone

The robot takeover was an emotional time.  When they smashed the military, we howled with impotent rage.  When they liquified the sick and dying, we wept at their cold logic.  When they collected children and forced them to research celebrity trivia and sports statistics… it seemed pretty fair, in retrospect.

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Katerinavlaas

“I wish we could give it back,” Noah lamented. Or had a laugh track. Nothing with a laugh track was ever funny, so it would only be appropriate; at that moment, Katerina never wanted to laugh again.

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Beyondecstacy

It was amazing how time slowed at the event horizon; fractions of a second stretched as the edge of the tissue was bypassed, the arc projecting beyond planned containment and into the great unknown.  Dull dread sat heavily behind the white-hot pleasure: those sheets would never be fully clean again.

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Uflec

CeleBrew: For a More Famous You! It worked, he supposed, but a disclaimer would have been nice. He’d been expecting the vibrant rebel from ‘Dogma,’ not the sad husband from ‘Gone Girl.’ Had he known it was so contemporary, he would’ve opted for Matt Damon.

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Asdsgfgn

Dawn broke with a deliberate languor that he usually found maddening, but today felt different. Waves of anticipation coursed through his bones, pure ecstatic light and sound. He hoped it could stay like that forever, such sensory overload, so terrifyingly alive. He hoped he never felt full and satisfied again.

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Adamhugheswriter

Was it sweat or tears?  None of the men digging in the dark loamy pit could be sure.  They knew that the sun no longer reached them, that several of their own had died of exhaustion.  And they knew, deep in their bones, that this creative well had run dry.