Bill and amber

Bill and Amber Amber could tell something was wrong the minute Bill walked through the door. He flopped down in his comfy easy chair and looked at Amber, his wife of nine years. “Bill, what’s[…]

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Annie's rape

[i]I checked the handle on the back door and found it unlocked. Opening it slowly I look in and see her in the living room with her back to me, she is wearing a black[…]

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The party

== The Party by LO == I was sitting alone, watching TV, when the boy peeked around the edge of the door and then came into the family room. He came over and sat down[…]

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Welcome home, alyssa!

The first summer I worked for my family's boarding kennel will always rest fondly in my mind. It was my first job outside of flipping burgers or delivering newspapers. It was also the first job[…]

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Love is a whore

Although this is not my first time on this site, it will be my first time posting. By the way I almost tagged this poem first time, I thought that was for first time writers.[…]

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It wasn't me.

This story was difficult for me to write. Not because there's violence or anger. I've done that before. Not because it's dark, although it is. This isn't the first thing I wrote that you weren't[…]

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