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Sunday, October 12, 2025

Punchline - Kidnapped

Series: Stories series. Like shorts, these are generally done by request and have some personification of the requester in the story.  Unlike shorts, these are longer (6k+ words) and move descriptive and world building.

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Aarav’s Journal Entry – Voice Dictation to Alexa

“Alexa, start journal entry. Title it… Another Day of Excellence.

They say confidence is earned. Cute. I was born with it. Came out of the womb with a jawline sharper than most men’s careers and a trust fund fat enough to buy your opinion. Rich? Obviously. Good-looking? Undeniably. This body? Sculpted, not in a gym, God no, but by elite trainers and genetic lottery tickets most people can’t afford to dream about. I walk into a room, and time stutters. People stare. They should. Every man wants to be me. Every woman wants to test drive me. Half the men too, and frankly, I don’t blame them. Labels are for bottled water and insecure people. I don’t do limits. I do pleasure. I do power. And I do them both hard. My penthouse sits above the city like it’s judging it. Sleek glass walls, imported leather furniture that probably costs more than your car, lighting soft enough to make anyone look good, though I need none of it. Shirt halfway unbuttoned, as always. I poured a double of that 30-year-old Scotch, the one peasants pretend to appreciate on Instagram. Caught my reflection in the balcony glass. Smirking. Cocky bastard. Can’t blame him. I raised the glass and toasted myself. ‘To the king,’ I said. And damn right I meant it.

Alexa, end entry. Archive it under Perfection in Progress.”

 

Shorts: Gym Code

Part of the shorts series. Shorts are short one off stories done by request of the person generally in the story. Meaning, they will be sel...