My history teacher

MY HISTORY TEACHER I'm sitting in my history class, listening to Mr. Markusen droning on about events leading up to the Civil War. It's my first year here at the Clark School for Girls, a[…]

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The burglar

Pete Tyler knew he was asking for trouble when he slid open the unlocked window. But without a moment’s hesitation slipped inside of the unoccupied house. Only two weeks out of prison and here he[…]

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A beautiful wish

Prologue  Beyond the Cliffs of Torment there was nothing. The sunset cast its dying glow on the seas, crashing against the black volcanic rocks of the cliffs. Large curtains of steam blasted off the[…]

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A life undone

’Do you like it kinky?’ She looked at me with those big brown eyes that had mesmerized me the moment I had met her in the hotel bar earlier tonight. We had danced to the[…]

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Experimentation

Ukyo Kuonji tapped a spatula against the table, glancing over at the clock on the wall for what she estimated was about the ninth time in three minutes. Shampoo wasn't technically late. It was still[…]

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Underage drinking

Underage Drinking I own a pretty good chunk of woods on the outskirts of town. There are several logging roads running through it. One road in particular goes up to a pretty nice clearing. The[…]

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Echo's on the wind

The leaves rustled on the trees as the wind blew its soft song. All around the backyard Fall appeared as beautiful jewels echoing the previous summer. The air was heavy with smoke from the numerous[…]

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