The voltaire

Dr. Louis van Haugh rode alone in the backseat of his personal limousine. It was nightfall, and he stared out of the window to watch the lights of the big city whiz by. Louis had[…]

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P.o.v. – three times over.

P.O.V. – Three times over. People experience things differently, hear things differently, remember things differently. This story is about an incident involving three individuals. It is told three times, once from each person's point of[…]

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A short love story i

First installment. Perhaps more to come. It was over a month since our first encounter. I hadn’t seen Emma since we, well… I took her innocence. I was nineteen at the time, and she thirteen.[…]

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Mark the spot

Mark The Spot I was thinking as I walked through the side door of my house that this was probably the worst day of my life. Humiliated at work… no, undermined by a snivelling little[…]

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