Empty house

I arrived at the housing project in the neighborhood, spotting Jocelyn's car in front of the building. I found the door unlocked, and went in. Looking into one of the rooms, I see Jocelyn standing[…]

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Don't change – chapter 2

Author’s note: Fiction – Noun – 1. The class of literature the class of literature comprising works of imaginative narration, especially in prose form. 2. works of this class, as novels or short stories: detective[…]

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Camp (long story)

It was morning at camp, this camp was nothing like any camp anyone had ever been to, all the kids there were kids that were living rough, kids who had no parents, they were brought[…]

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The rush. pt. 3

[If you haven't read my first two Rush writings, go back, reread them, and THEN read this. Otherwise, it won't make much sense.] Melanie got back to Kissa’s room to find her still sleeping soundly,[…]

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Blood red wine

My heels clicked against the damp pavement as I made my way towards the sounds of heavy bass and shrill, girlish giggles. I could sense the lack of inhibitions, the innebriation and the excitement of[…]

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Washed ashore 5

When I reached the clearing, to my surprise the herd was actually there. They made soft friendly noises as I crept closer. I must have looked quite shocking; naked, tanned by the sun, my hair[…]

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