Driven

Charlotte stepped off the streetcar and onto the curb Friday morning. She inhaled deeply as she stood on the sidewalk. It was just the start of the day, yet the air was already warm. The[…]

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Tasting laura

I'm new to writing, and I wasn't extremely pleased with this story but posted it anyways As the midnight repeat of the ten o’clock news was getting ready to rap up with their usual goodbye[…]

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Thomas and i

Thomas and I were friends for as long as I could remember. We did everything together from stealing oranges from Mr. Walker’s backyard to sharing a keyhole to spy on my sister in the shower[…]

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A biker's old lady

A Biker's Old Lady by Duskshade “God damn it!!” I cursed as the wrench slipped off, shooting my hand yet again into the sharp cooling fins of the motorcycle engine. The customer was always right,[…]

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Dirty basement

Heather slowly approachs the closed dark basement door with trepidation and caution; what lies beyond is a world that is messy and dangerous. It is John's private workshop full of sharp tools, dirty workbenches, vise[…]

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