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Cruel Crushing Goddess Satomi
Satomi was just an ordinary woman living in Japan. She was bored with her everyday life and wanted something more to it. But little did Satomi know that what was to happen to her would not only change her life, but the world as we know it.
It started out like a normal, uneventful day for Satomi, going about her daily routine. As she was about to leave her house, Satomi sighed and said, "Another dull day with the same dull people I have to put up with. Well, I'm tired of it! I wish that something different were to happen on this day!"
Just then, Satomi felt a weird sensation within her. She noticed everything in her house start to get smalle
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Lucid
She was larger this time.
There was the same peachy light as the sun burst between the peaks of clouds lit her skin to make it glow. But the rain that usually fell like applause around her was silent. The pouring drops the finest mist to wet her toes. Or they would have wet them, if she could cross the threshold from this room to the next.
This same micro world taunted her every night. The same scene, the same light. With domino structures marching until they became one with the rain. The sunlight making neon fire on every puddle and surface. Yet, her toes were condemned to the carpet, attached like roots to reality. Deep. Deeper. Holding
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How to be Evil - A Goddess' Guide
It approached slowly. A crash of cascading waves from beyond distant oceans; rocking freighters and cruise ships like toy boats; tearing through transient sandcastles and beach huts. Air pressure and temperature readings from below the water shifted wildly - like the warm, pulsing breaths of an otherworldly beast. A beast on a direct path for the largest coastal city. Officials had no time to evacuate, or even prepare a defense. The sprawling metropolitan region fell under a vast, rising shadow: a svelte silhouette, painted against trembling blood-red skies. Her silhouette. A monolithic girl rose from the violent seas. Salty water shimmered across her golden, flowing hair. Streams cascaded down to her torso - wet beads clung to rope-sized threads of blue fabric, pressed across a generous bust. Her grasping fingers, large enough to bring redwoods to shame, held either hip: themselves sloping, swaying mountains. With every step towards the continent, across the rising seafloor, her
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Proudly written for #crueljan17 on size twitter, organised by my little sword aborigen-gts.
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I just found and read this story, and I have to say... What a twist! It was exciting, well-made, and sexy all at once. I don't know how you've done it, Goddess, but you've certainly made a blood gem here. ^_^ I look forward to seeing more of your work! -smiles up at her-