Changing amy

Chapter 1 I didn’t know where I was or who I was with. Then it hit me. I was interrogated, raped, then now cuffed naked on a lonely table. What the fuck happened? One day[…]

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Trick or treat

There was something about the air in Chicago whenever October rolled around. Brooklyn breathed in the fresh autumn air from the patio. For some reason, the air seemed fresher and cleaner. Its crispness mixed with[…]

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Late five

Late Five By Systematic Oh, boy. Practice. My favorite. Physical discomfort, questionable hygiene, pain, shouting. “What? No. No. I don’t even know what that’s supposed to mean.” I snatched the marker out of his hand[…]

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Allison is a he

I sat down at the only unoccupied table in the entire coffee shop. I like coming here even though it was always crowded. The coffee was good, the ambience was excellent, and people left me[…]

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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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My first story

It all happened when I was 10. I live in the suburbs where the doors were usually left unlocked, and windows were open at night to stay cool. I would sleep in my boxers because[…]

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