Randy rachel: cockhunter

Randy Rachel: Cockhunter “The weekend starts here!” That was how Jools Holland would introduce the music programme The Tube at 6pm every Friday night in the early 1980’s. But when did last weekend begin? When[…]

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Lyn in red

I groan and turn in bed, throwing the covers off of me in the process. As I had expected, she’s left without saying goodbye. The digital watch standing on the ebony bedside table of the[…]

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Material girl

This is a fictional story on my dealings with an ex girlfriend, not one part of this story is real or should be used in real life. The stupid bitch buzzes on the intercom, she's[…]

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Louisa's lessons

Chapter 1 – Dad is not happy with Daughter. Louisa sat on her bed thinking over the events of the last two weeks. She was 18 and had just finished college, and was enjoying her[…]

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Vibration

The big Cat groaned as it dug into the hillside with its sharp scraper blade, crisscrossing the side of the hill like a bright yellow prehistoric spider taking tons of dirt into its gaping maw[…]

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The tutor

So there i was, sitting in class, bored out of my mind. The teacher just kept going on and on about math, my worst subject. This plus this and that times those. It made absolutely[…]

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Natural rhythm

Brodie couldn’t dance worth a lick. Most people found this strange. Brodie had been playing in bands since he was sixteen and was one of the best drummers in town. The man knew how to[…]

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