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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The interview

Jane Crawford looked nervously around the outer office of PIG studios while trying to maintain her outer calm. "Judas priest," she mumbled under her breath. "What the hell am I doing here?" She picked up[…]

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Rainy days

Standing at the window, watching the traffic pass by. Music playing in the background as I lightly rest my fingers on the icy pane. I am oblivious to the world, hypnotized by the falling rain[…]

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The teacher

(Honestly, I wrote this story a long time ago and I never got around to finishing it off properly, I don’t know if I will or not, it depends how well this story is received.[…]

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