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 game

"What the fuck is this?" A screeching voice came from the door. At the foot of the bed stood a woman around her mid-forties. The look on her face was that of shock and disbelief.[…]

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Benjamin

1. Night is a silent partner Benjamin’s mother died well before midnight. All the fuss with the doctors, the confirmation, the papers, the transport of the body lasted only a couple of hours. When everybody[…]

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Amanda & ben

Ben climbed out of the shower, water dripping off his muscular tanned body. He reached for a towel and began drying himself as he walked into the bedroom. Amanda, his girlfriend, was dressing in front[…]

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Visiting

It had been a long drive. I had come from the south of England to Newcastle upon Tyne to look for a job. I had applied for a job I had seen, and they wanted[…]

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Mixed metaphors ix

Mixed Metaphors IX Becky awoke at 3:00am. She was having a difficult time remembering how they got to bed. The last thing she recalled was the smile on Tony’s face when he lay prostrate on[…]

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