^^^^ almost read all that then I remembered your other stories that weren't true

and the next I know I was cornered and felt like I was being attacked by wolves, their arms and fangs upon me. They each demanded my money (I didn't have any), and then proceeded to knock me around cursing at me. I screamed, I cried, I tried to cover my face.

The next thing I know a prostitute who was retiring for the night came walking up and cursed at all of them. She hit a few of them with her purse, and pulled me close to her, cursing away. I was so scared, that I clung to her like she was my own mother.

Imago said:

it's okay sweetie. just stay away from the P & R forum from now on

^^^^ almost read all that then I remembered your other stories that weren't true

veronikka said:

....I did the same thing. Remember the kissing grandma one....

Sowhat said:

veronikka said:

....I did the same thing. Remember the kissing grandma one....

Soft, supple lips touching mine, slowly applying increasing moistened pressure, as I felt the warmth of her breath upon the side of my face, arms reaching around my waste, chest pressed tightly against me. My trembling could be drowned out only by the beating of my own heart, and as our tongues penetrated each other's mouths, feeling the warmth and wetness of her kiss was like nothing I have ever experienced up to that point. It seemed to last seconds to hours, and left me bereft of a firm footing on time and space, dizzy from the sudden rush of blood to my now flustered cheeks. It took everything in me to say, "no, Grandmom, I meant, give me one of those Hershey's Kisses there on the table behind you!"

Here it is

This is the one.....

Imago said

Soft, supple lips touching mine, slowly applying increasing moistened pressure, as I felt the warmth of her breath upon the side of my face, arms reaching around my waste, chest pressed tightly against me. My trembling could be drowned out only by the beating of my own heart, and as our tongues penetrated each other's mouths, feeling the warmth and wetness of her kiss was like nothing I have ever experienced up to that point. It seemed to last seconds to hours, and left me bereft of a firm footing on time and space, dizzy from the sudden rush of blood to my now flustered cheeks. It took everything in me to say, "no, Grandmom, I meant, give me one of those Hershey's Kisses there on the table behind you!"

Imago wherever it is you work ain't good enough for you. you needs to go work for the Onion. i mean TODAY!!!! you and Anx, both. damn!

Sowhat said:

if all those stories got put together it would probably make a fucking bizarre novella

Protege said:

Al diablo con los tontos.

XxAxX said:

I ran away when I was 6 years old. My mother had thrown away all my toys because I didn't clean my room and I was pissed. I took off on my bike and rode up to the candy store a couple of blocks away, in the ghetto. After buying some candy, I sat outside of the store for about 30 minutes (I was 6 years old though so it may have actually only been 5 minutes). When no one came to get me, I headed back home. My mom never knew I was gone.

And for the record, she didn't actually throw away my toys. She put them in a storage room in the basement and only told me she threw them away. She surprised me with them a couple of weeks later.

JuliePurplehead said:

When I was 12, to escape the cruel treatment of my mom and dad, I actually left a week long family reuinion. It was only the first day and my mother had humiliated me in front of the entire family.

I was so angry at them that I snuck out of my aunt's house and escaped. The problem is that my Aunt lived in a less than desirable part of town in an urban area. A place I was completely not familiar with.

I had made about 5 miles or so through some rough, dank places before the cold set in and it started to rain. I remember cowering in an alley to try and stay dry and warm--it literally smelled like piss and mold. I was sooooo...scared.
Hours must have gone by, (I had left well before evening), and the sun had set already. The temperatures kept dropping, and I remember wishing so badly that I could go back with some pride, to a different family, and that this day would just pass.

I woke up just before sunrise when the black sky was turning midnight blue. The problem with being in a city is you never really see the blackness of the sky--just a pale orange glow everywhere reflective off the clouds above.
Everything seemed washed in death.

I can't remember how it started, but I was approached by two homelss men who were making jokes and trying to have 'conversation'.. It wasn't long before more turned up, and the next I know I was cornered and felt like I was being attacked by wolves, their arms and fangs upon me. They each demanded my money (I didn't have any), and then proceeded to knock me around cursing at me. I screamed, I cried, I tried to cover my face.

The next thing I know a prostitute who was retiring for the night came walking up and cursed at all of them. She hit a few of them with her purse, and pulled me close to her, cursing away. I was so scared, that I clung to her like she was my own mother.

I don't remember the walk back to her apartment, but when I entered it, I remember seeing that it was basically a small, one-room efficiency that she shared with her song\, who was a young man of about 19 or 20 years old. She told me I could sleep on the 'spare matress' and not to worry. Her son who had just gotten in himself from a night hanging out with his 'gang' started talking to me about the glamorous life of being a gang member. I was sooooo tired. Sooooo lonely, and sooooo miserable. But I dared not pretend like I wasn't interested in what he had to say, as admiring a 9mil he had aquired the week before.

none of this story is actually true, but the point to all of this, is that you shouldn't run away from home--it's a scary world out there.


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I never did, because I knew that if I were to run away, and my parents would find out, I would be in deep trouble.