Helping hands

Sunday morning, the phone rang. It was Alicia, the lady next door “Hey, Mike,” she said. “Do you know anything about DVD /> “A little bit,” I said. “How come?” not working,” she said. “I[…]

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Trafficked love ch. 8

Chapter Eight: Lessons Learned The Hard Way Angel, Rich, and Emily sat silently in the truck, outside of the motel. Emily was looking out the back passenger window at the fairly vacant motel. No doubt[…]

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Taken

Marci stood at the kitchen island gazing out the window of her loft. She feels a rough whisper in her ear. " Don't turn around. And don't fight me. And you'll have the best night[…]

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Love is a whore

Although this is not my first time on this site, it will be my first time posting. By the way I almost tagged this poem first time, I thought that was for first time writers.[…]

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Legs up!

A school teacher was teaching her first graders about religion and explaning in detail how after death the soul goes to heaven and the body stays on earth. So after half an hour she started[…]

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