The orchestra trip

It was that time of the year again: the end of the year orchestra trip. This year, they were headed up to Boston for the music festival (that’s what they call the competitions). It was[…]

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Karma.

Fifty hour week. Fifty hours of mind numbing financial calculation. Fifty hours in the shittiest cubicle of a shittier office with no heating system because Walter Sheridan is too fucking tight to install one. After[…]

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Peeping tom

The detective pressed his ID against the spy-hole of the door and announced his name and rank clearly and decisively. “Police, ma’am. Detective Thomas Patterson. May I speak with you please?” The door opened slowly[…]

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Weekend fantasy

FRIDAY The fantasy starts early one Friday morning, and would last for the whole weekend, and every thing that you think can happen will and even things you can't even imagine. On Friday morning I[…]

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Axsona

I crouch down in the bushes, watching Axsona. She's thirteen, same age as me. We go to Laredo together. She has shoulder-length straight blonde hair. Her boobs are barley there and she has a petite[…]

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School reform

It was the year the government passed a landmark ruling concerning sex education in the public school system. It was also the year in which the public school system became profitable. The ruling gave the[…]

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A short love story i

First installment. Perhaps more to come. It was over a month since our first encounter. I hadn’t seen Emma since we, well… I took her innocence. I was nineteen at the time, and she thirteen.[…]

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