My sisters….

My life wasn’t ideal for any 13 year old boy hitting puberty. I grew up in a house with no father (because he kicked the bucket when I was only two years old) a mother[…]

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Friday nights

It’s difficult to find a good start for my story. A relationship with your own father doesn’t just start. Still I feel the urge to write it down. For him as much as for myself.[…]

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Mystery date

She shook the rain off her umbrella as she walked into the club – the weather wasn't cooperating, but she knew he'd be waiting for her, and that was enough to get her out tonight[…]

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Allison is a he

I sat down at the only unoccupied table in the entire coffee shop. I like coming here even though it was always crowded. The coffee was good, the ambience was excellent, and people left me[…]

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