55 fiction!

PRESSING
The heat seared through his outer layer. Steam is released. As the heat played with the water, Blue straightened himself up and delighted in the tingling sensation of the metal pressing against his thick layers of skin. However, he knew that his ultimate destiny was to be pressed against White, thin, soft and sleeved.

TANNING
They sizzled and cackled, slowly but surely turning a beautiful tasty brown under the intense light. The layer of tanning oil brushed on earlier, along with the regular turning ensured the even tan. They looked almost delicious. The bell rang. They emerged with pride, knowing that they were more toned, more solid, fresh and hot.

PENNING
They walked around in lines, they walked around in circles. They walked around in groups, they walked around alone. Their paths were parallel, their paths were perpendicular. Their paths crossed, their paths diverged. They scattered wildly, yet they were thoroughly contained. They roamed as freely as possible, before they were herded, back into the pen.

Deborah