Go After Them
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You chase the sillouette again. However this time you've cooled your initial anger so you cut your curses so they can't hear you. It doesn't take a minute for you to chase whom ever down. You're close to them. So close that your running steps are the same. So close that you can hear their breath. So close that you can tackle them. In a sweeping lunge you hurl yourself an extra few feet foreward pulling down the runner with a grunt of pain. | You chase the sillouette again. However this time you've cooled your initial anger so you cut your curses so they can't hear you. It doesn't take a minute for you to chase whom ever down. You're close to them. So close that your running steps are the same. So close that you can hear their breath. So close that you can tackle them. In a sweeping lunge you hurl yourself an extra few feet foreward pulling down the runner with a grunt of pain. | ||
| - | Triumphant you sit on top of them, pinning their arms to the grassy earth. You can't hear the words, but you know that through a mixture of heaving, a dirt filled mouth, and sobbing, the message of "Fuck Off" is what they are trying to tell you. | + | Triumphant you sit on top of them, pinning their arms to the grassy earth. You can't hear the words, but you know that through a mixture of heaving, a dirt filled mouth, and sobbing, the message of "Fuck Off" is what they are trying to tell you. In response a low insult growls from your throat,"Pervert" You shift yourself to allow you to move them just enough to turn them over. With a rough motion you pull them around to see that it is... |
*[[Sherman: The Rumored High School Fag]] (Blackmail Warning) | *[[Sherman: The Rumored High School Fag]] (Blackmail Warning) | ||
| + | *[[Samantha: A Senior At the Local High School]] | ||
| + | *[[Some Random Ass Teen]] | ||
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| + | [[Category: Cowpoke]] | ||
Current revision as of 13:45, 13 April 2021
You shove on your pants and slip-on shoes you keep near the door. You neglect your shirt. Cursing at every second. Outside, and angry you chase in the direction you saw who-ever it was run toward outside the bedroom window. It is still dark. Everything is a sillouhette. Regardless you soon hear someone else's footsteps. You run towards them. Yelling curses you try to get close. They try to run away again, but they have come so far into your fields that they can't hide.
You chase the sillouette again. However this time you've cooled your initial anger so you cut your curses so they can't hear you. It doesn't take a minute for you to chase whom ever down. You're close to them. So close that your running steps are the same. So close that you can hear their breath. So close that you can tackle them. In a sweeping lunge you hurl yourself an extra few feet foreward pulling down the runner with a grunt of pain.
Triumphant you sit on top of them, pinning their arms to the grassy earth. You can't hear the words, but you know that through a mixture of heaving, a dirt filled mouth, and sobbing, the message of "Fuck Off" is what they are trying to tell you. In response a low insult growls from your throat,"Pervert" You shift yourself to allow you to move them just enough to turn them over. With a rough motion you pull them around to see that it is...
