Jane's day

Jane huffed at the reflection. “Nothing looks good!” she wailed at the image of herself. Summer started to show itself and Jane wanted to show off. Eleventh grade was a good year for her; her[…]

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Roses are red

“There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.” -Angela Carter *** "Why does the wolf eat Grandma first?" The question floated out of Angela‘s mouth before she[…]

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Billy's mom

Fbailey story number 436 Billy's Mom I had always liked Billy’s mother because she always gave us fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies, still warm from the oven along with a big glass of chocolate milk.[…]

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Chrissy & me

My name is Jay. This is an entirely true story of my second experience with incest, which happened during the winter of my 16th year. My first time with incest, which happened only only 6[…]

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