Bitch Fuck

* Clarity Of Night contest is over, please head over the blog and say congrats to the winners. Yours truly managed to lose once again, but as the writing of the story "The Name Of Hope" went, I felt there wasn't much fubar element in it. Not my type and not my style and well, no one died in it, there were no swear words and no nothing. But that is gone now, like the past 5 CON contests I took part in (Nice, that abbreviates as CON...hummm)

Anyroad. Before my mind rambles on and on to weird places, while writing a story for CON contest, I actually wrote six, but rejected each one of those for one or the other reason. This means there is a lot of "text" that remains to be published and what the readers of CON escaped, the readers of this blog will not be so lucky to escape. So, I give you the first story, It's called "Bitch Fuck". It's a love story, of course a fubar love story. No one actually dies here, but let's just suppose the main character drives into a truck load of iron rods. Here we go!

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"Go faster little fuck." The bike said.

Sweat poured down my forehead into my eyes and I blinked it away. I was already doing 60 km/hr and she was still telling me to go faster. 

The bike covered the road like a demon chugging down darkness as it rides out of hell. 

"I'm fast enough for tonight." I told the bike.

"Wimp."

"Please do not call me that."

"Wimpwimpwimp."

"You can be a total bitch sometimes you know."

"But I'm your bitch. No?"

"How fast did you say you wanted to go?"


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There, wasn't too bad was it? No? Ok, 5 more to go :)