The phantom's new toy

The grey stone building stood before Cassandra rather interestingly, the mock Tudor fronting grayed to some extent by years of pollution. The black paint on the door was pealing slightly. Irony had taken its turn,[…]

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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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Our story ch.2

Tell me exactly what happened.” My husband began. “I want to know /> He seemed too calm. Still crying, still visibly upset, but yet far too calm for a man in his position. I told[…]

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Friday nights pt1 of 3

It all started on Friday night a couple summers ago. My gorgeous wife Robin was sitting with me looking at videos and pictures online. Not finding much but political bullshit and some lame videos, we[…]

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Mixed metaphors xi

Mixed Metaphors XI The sun was just breaking the eastern horizon as the stretch limousine pulled up in front of the Davis residents. Tony and Becky had gone to bed early so they could pick[…]

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A quiet interlude

I stand at the foot of the table watching you intently. The silence is wreaking havoc on your already overexcited senses. My eyes travel over your face taking note of the slight parting of your[…]

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