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TrailRunner

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  1. Thank you everyone, I'm glad you all enjoyed it. I have... not starting writing anything else yet. But I will at some point!
  2. Zoe pressed her forehead against the car window, rolled her eyes, and let out a sigh. Her family's minivan, packed to the brim with luggage, coolers, and beach gear, sped down the highway. The sun beating through the window competing with the arctic breeze from the air conditioning made her feel both too hot and too cold at the same time. It was by the far the most miserable she'd ever felt going on a vacation. The miseries had been mounting by the month, the week, the day, and now by the minute. She drew in a breath and held it, tightening her core and pulling her hips inward. She flexed
  3. (6-5-5, starting at 2:55 with the intent to post at 3:25 exactly) "Go left here. LEFT!" The aching old car sputtered around a corner, trading a dirt travel for packed gravel. Christy wished she'd just done this on her own but her boss insisted she not do this on her own. Generally when somebody dumps a body they don't stick around to also kill whoever else shows up, she thought. Her newspaper had gotten a call from a blocked number, with a mysterious voice on the other end that said there was a dead body on the side of a creek inside the national park. Christy had practically g
  4. Well it's a bit later than I had planned... but I'm back with the next installment. I should warn you that this chapter is light on actual wetting/desperation content. It's more of a set-up for the next chapter but I do hope you'll enjoy it anyway. ------------------------------------ Sarah awoke on Saturday morning without even a one-second respite from the horror of last night. Her stomach was tied in knots and she couldn't stop her brain from replaying the scene. She could practically hear Gabby's cackling laughter and feel her entire growing hot, her face with humiliation and her
  5. The thing about falling asleep is you never "know" when it happens. You can only register such things when you're awake. The day shift worker responsible for shutting off the brain clocks out before the one in charge of officially switching the body from awake to asleep. So that's bad news for an 18-year-old girl lying in her bed, waiting for the bathroom to open. Especially when the pillow is so comfortable, the sheets so warm and inviting, and the darkness filling the room. Her body starts to assign tasks over to autopilot. Blinking gets slower and slower until her
  6. As a New Jerseyian... Thanks for this great story!
  7. New chapter to this is coming soon. Hopefully.
  8. I have started, stopped, and restarted chapter three about fifteen times but I think I've *finally* got the one worth going with. Challenging myself to have something final written by the end of the month, either this or one of the dozen of one-shot ideas I've had.
  9. I have some ideas for this story but I've been hitting some writer's block with the next chapter. Definitely not letting this die.
  10. Really appreciate the feedback, glad you like it!
  11. Here's the next chapter, hope you enjoy! They take high school football seriously here, that's for sure. They do in Ohio, too, Sarah thought, but this was different. She had gone to a few games last season with her friends, and there was something sad about the passion. When you don't have a lot going for you, you take pride in whatever you can. If it's teenagers playing football, well, dammit, you're putting on your old jersey and showing up every Friday night to cheer on the squad. The Hagan-Archer football experience wasn't quite like that. There were banners hung, faces painted,
  12. Thanks for the positive feedback, everyone. Working on the second chapter now.
  13. It's a tax on the stupid. Casino games are a sucker bet, but at least there are flashing lights and free drinks. Horse racing has drama. Betting on a game gives you a team to root for. But the lottery? A bored cashier prints out a ticket and a few days later you find out that you did, in fact, lose two dollars. Lottery tickets aren't bought for the drawing, they're bought for those few days of daydreaming. Maybe it's a sports car, or a mansion, or just the satisfaction of telling a boss you quit. It's not about the thrill and the sweat of gambling, it's about the distraction. Theres
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