My first game

When I was younger I had this babysitter called Vicky who was 19 years old and she was really pretty and the coolest grown-up I knew. I wanted to be just like her. One time,[…]

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No more parties

really can't believe I'm writing this down, but I can't really believe I'm living the two lives I'm living right now, either. In my first life, I'm a happily married, 35-year old wife and mother[…]

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Sandy gets even

SANDY GETS EVEN The summer I was fifteen, a neighbor asked if I would spend the school vacation time helping with the care of his terminally ill mother in Centerville, which was about fifty miles[…]

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After hours

It was just after 5:30 on a Monday evening as Cedric walked through the halls of the empty school. The day wasn't very hectic or even tiring for that matter, but the joy of being[…]

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Roses are red

“There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.” -Angela Carter *** "Why does the wolf eat Grandma first?" The question floated out of Angela‘s mouth before she[…]

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Love for the game

My childhood was a constant struggle of up and downs, being anything but ordinary. Never meeting my father who had left my mother and I, and my mother who was my whole world, died of[…]

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