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Excuse me, lifeguard? (part 1) by DjZekrom, literature

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Excuse me, lifeguard? (part 1)

"Well fuck- I didn't think that I'd actually get it." "But you did. See, I told you you could do it." A stunned silence filled my room as I realized the extent of my mistake. "I just signed on to become a lifeguard. At a pool. In a water park. Filled with lots of fucking people. And they all are entrusting their lives to me." Awkward pauses littered my speech as I nervously tapped the table I sat at. I was surrounded by the two people I considered my close friends. Kara and Gray, both seniors and would soon be graduating, responded with stifled giggles. "Zee you're gonna be fine. It's going to be a great experience for you and-" I comple

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Excuse me, lifeguard? (part 1) by DjZekrom, literature

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Excuse me, lifeguard? (part 1)

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Professor layton werewolf one shot by Gin93, literature

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Professor layton werewolf one shot

Layton sat alone in a stone walled room while writing and trying to calm himself with tea. His room was designed like a cell to keep some big wild animal inside; what with its big steel door (which had a very small slidable cover that reveals a small window) and barred windows; but yet it had a large comfy bed, a dresser with a mirror, a desk (which he was using at the moment), a tall standing mirror, and a clean bathroom with a shower and everything. In his opinion, he found this contrast eerie. He was in the big, highest part of this strangely designed hotel. It was some far away from the town they were visiting. Outside his window, he co

Homophobia by shishiza-kun, literature

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Homophobia

As I hold her hand and walk down the street, they stare and call out, "Dykes." As I eat my lunch and holds hands with him, a family sends their 7 year old to give us a note that they are praying for our souls. As I tell them who she really is, I can see their smiles become strained. When I give them a hug, I feel how they stiffen. When I kiss you good bye, I know they are shaking their heads. When they ask who else shares this ring, I should be able to say your name without fear. They call us perverted, but they are the ones who focus on our love life. They say we ruin family values, when they are divorcing and remarrying many