Playground

by Aron Beauregard

While he was looking for a parent with at least two children, securing another participant would be better than none. He was glad he’d decided to check the playgrounds on such a dreary afternoon.

It might very well change our lives.” Tom rolled his eyes and huffed as if to say, ‘There you go again.’ Molly acknowledged his comical mannerism with a grin of her own. “What?” Molly asked. “At least for a day anyway.”

It was about molding an extension of her own genetics into what she saw fit, about having an intimate connection with the mind she aspired to groom.

A crusted, hormonal residue still hung in gunky flakes on the pumpkin-toned shaft from one of her previous sessions. She was ready to reintroduce the dried remains into her soggy cavern.

🤮🤮🤮🤮

Geraldine wasn’t upset her mother wasn’t riding her father’s face. She was upset she wasn’t riding hers.

Even though it was shit, it had slid out from between the two heavenly hams that made up Mom’s posterior. It couldn’t be overlooked.

She might’ve been young, but she was already old enough to understand that no one, not even the woman she came out of, was going to control her. Tanya didn’t need her mother’s belief; she had her own.

Greg turned around, shooting laser beams through the most disappointing sperm he’d ever unleashed.

LMAOOOO god damn that is brutal

“Boy, keep quiet. Don’t interrupt when adults are talking,” Greg reminded before turning back to Geraldine. “Now, where the hell’s the playground?”

How many smiles had been stolen from him?

I hope rock gets his revenge on Geraldine by the end of this I really do

But he wasn’t tied up or afraid any more—he was unleashed.

He was finally in a safe place, spellbound by the bloodshed.

“After your ride don’t stand too tall, don’t look too hard, don’t look at all. If you want to move on after you fall, just use your ears and have a ball.”

Rock’s poisoned mind instructed his heart to ache; he just yearned to be part of something, even if it was something evil.

Rock please just kill her and Fachs already

Donnie was just there.

Slay Donnie

“Why do they get the easy one!” Sadie snarled. “Because Bobby’s a fucking asshole.”

He certainly hadn’t let that nugget about the oiled-up monkey bars slip out because they’d tricked or manipulated him. Rock offered it because it was the right thing to do.

ROCK HELPED THE PARENTS I LOVE HIMMMMMMMM this story is actually just rocks redemption arc I stg if there’s a twist and something happens with him I won’t be surprised but I will be SO devastated

The carrot dangled in front of him; was there more room for redemption that day?

YES ROCK. YES THERE IS!!!

But if there was one person who could stand the heat inside the kitchen, it was Donnie.

Geraldine had turned him into the saddest kind of damaged goods. The kind that’s too fucked-up to realize it. When horror isn’t quite horror anymore, it’s just normal. And when awful isn’t quite awful anymore, it’s just life.

She might’ve been rich in the pocketbook, but Rock was tired of listening to the old hag write checks with her mouth that her ass couldn’t cash.

“But, I’m—I’m your mother!” she cried. “And I’m a motherfucker,” Rock grumbled.

Donnie continued rubbing her shoulders, trying to comfort her to the best of his ability. Then he slid his arm around her hand and helped Tanya to her feet.

AWWWWW Donnie this is so sweet

It was both the first and last time he’d ever get to enjoy the playground and he didn’t plan on squandering it.

Stfu I might cry