The making 1

The Making I never have been much on taking orders. As a child I was a handful for my parents, as a teen I rebelled against any authority whether at home or elsewhere. As a[…]

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My card

It's a rainy night, you are out getting some new lingerie, and the entrance to the store crashes open. You jump and turn around, seeing a tall dark man standing in the doorway. Lightning strikes[…]

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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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The bathroom

''The /> He sat back in his chair, watching the dinner party go on around him. The Admiral, the host was making his way from guest to guest, thanking them for the birthday dinner. But[…]

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Sleeping

Merrdith came home around 11pm after anchoring the 10pm news show. All I remembered was falling asleep to the smell of Merrdith's shampoo still lingering in her hair long after she showered. At 2am a[…]

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Inn and out

INN and OUT A Young Boy's Fantasy Brought To A Darker Light When I was a young boy around the age of seven, I worked with my father run a small Inn just outside of[…]

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Alice and anna

Have you ever had one of those days where when you think back on it years later, you think to yourself, “There is no way that happened to me.” I am pretty sure that today[…]

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Me and adam

It was a long Friday at school, and I was glad to finally be done. It would be good to have a weekend without tests and homework. As I boarded the bus, I thought about[…]

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One more time

*DING DONG* I could hear the doorbell echoing in the hall; I waited impatiently bouncing on the doorstep to Drew's home… Finally the door opened, it was his mother. She looked me up and down,[…]

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