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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Helping hands

Sunday morning, the phone rang. It was Alicia, the lady next door “Hey, Mike,” she said. “Do you know anything about DVD /> “A little bit,” I said. “How come?” not working,” she said. “I[…]

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Call me your master

Well the night before was very interesting. I was abit sore from the pounding I got last night. I shivered as I walked to the hotspring, where Squall's maids were preparing a bath for me.[…]

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House guest (part 3)

-continued- part (3) The three of them ate dinner while making plans for a nightclub later on. Except for the planning, the talk was fairly quiet during dinner. Even with the quietness, Linda and Melissa[…]

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First impressions

Tara walked in a way that caught everyone's attention, guy or girl. Jake noticed her everyday as she walked across campus. Jake always wanted to ask her out, but he had heard so many stories[…]

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An evening with "debbie"

Ron and his housemates always gave the best end-of-term student parties. The big North London Victorian house that they shared was ideal for such events, with its large high-ceiling rooms and thick walls, and they[…]

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The break down

The Break Down A work of fiction By Nikki The October night was inky black, made even more so by the solid curtain of clouds that covered the Oregon sky and the heavy rain that[…]

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One to go

Isaac Treslow is a boy. A rather special boy at that; top grades, rich background, friendly, fit, attractive, the lot; as it normally goes with stories like these. You always get the really nice one[…]

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Karma.

Fifty hour week. Fifty hours of mind numbing financial calculation. Fifty hours in the shittiest cubicle of a shittier office with no heating system because Walter Sheridan is too fucking tight to install one. After[…]

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The watch dog

The Watch Dog by Author Unknown Chapter 1 The squad car's wailing siren cut through the stillness of the summer night like the sound of someone screaming in the throes of a nightmare. From far[…]

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