Home education

Home Education by Lamia Fangs I return barely two weeks ago from my high school third grade English course exchange trip. This year, we organized a trip to the state of West Virginia in the[…]

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Late work

I can feel hot breath escaping me as my labored, deep gasps slowly bring oxygen to my brain, revealing the environment around me, still blurry, and I try to view my surroundings, a burning pain[…]

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Butterscotch part 5

Butterscotch Part 5 Diverting her attention momentarily from the road, Tamsin smiled at me. I had seen that smile before; it was full of comfort and reassurance. Not that I needed to be reassured but[…]

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Sis lets me

Sis was laying out on the carpeted floor, her short, short baby blue athletic shorts on and a white t-shirt. I was giving her the massage that we had worked out a few years earlier[…]

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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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Mother nature

Deep in the woods of Tennessee in the midst of its rolling mountains and tall pines lays a small, crystal clear lake. Up a winding pathway north of there is a cozy cabin. It is[…]

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