Anxiety attack

I always thought that I deserved to be molested. I thought it was a part of growing up. Man, was I wrong. It was my cousin. He was two years older than me. I was[…]

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Mariat i

Soft, leather boots made nary a sound as they brushed along the worn, dirt path that cut a thin swathe through the dim forest, as Mariat's lithe frame glided along it, akin to a shadow[…]

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Photoshoot

It started when I was about six and my cousin was a year younger. Our grandparents had given our sets of parents plots of land next to each other and during the holidays our parents[…]

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