Haunted house:pt ii

While waiting for word on our house offer, our lives sank quickly back into the norm. No interest in sex on Kelly’s part, but a higher sense of frustration on mine. But the events surrounding[…]

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Bar night fun

Zeta was my girlfriend. Right now she was sitting opposite me in the bar where we met up with friends nearly every Friday night. The chat was the usual light-hearted banter – anecdotes from the[…]

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Room service

The most bizarre stream of occurrences have dogged my life ever since I was born in London after my mother's water broke in Wales. I never looked back. Following major bus, bike, ship and plane[…]

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Wine tasting

Jane and I had been lovers for two years then we broke up. It has been five years since our breakup I have seen Jane around Dallas over that time. Jane called Friday afternoon asking[…]

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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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The book

Jason shifted uncomfortably in the wooden desk. He was staring at the classroom door, waiting for Grace to walk through it. He glanced at the clock—less than a minute before the bell would ring. He[…]

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