Part 4

Not to long after that fateful week with Frank 9/11 happened. Frank joined the army and I missed him terribly. Jennifer would let me know how he was doing but it still didn't help. One[…]

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Under his spell

As long as Patrick could remember he had the power, well at least as far back as eight years old anyway. For about eighteen years now, with no real rhyme or reason, Patrick has somehow[…]

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Butterscotch part 4

10:00 pm So there we both were on the London Underground; our faces luridly painted, our bodies clad in black satin and lace, in leather and tartan, in silver and steel. I had never looked[…]

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Cheerleading practice

It was my first cheerleading practice since I had made the squad.  It was a new school, and I didn't really know many people, but the cheerleaders seemed very friendly.  In fact, they were the[…]

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After hours

It was just after 5:30 on a Monday evening as Cedric walked through the halls of the empty school. The day wasn't very hectic or even tiring for that matter, but the joy of being[…]

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