A taste chapter 9

At noon on the dot I opened mom’s bedroom door.  She was lying on her side facing away from me.  I called softly, “Mom, you wanted me to wake you.” She jerked suddenly to her[…]

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Experimentation

Ukyo Kuonji tapped a spatula against the table, glancing over at the clock on the wall for what she estimated was about the ninth time in three minutes. Shampoo wasn't technically late. It was still[…]

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Miss marilyn

Miss Marilyn I tripped over the metal threshold of the doorway as I hurried into the gas station’s store. I looked down immediately to see what my foot had hit then looked up, embarrassed, to[…]

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Amber part 1

It was fine being me. 6-2, 210, benching 240, and wide receiver on the football team did help the social standings. I wrestled the 215 weight class and had one more season to become state[…]

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Stockroom

For someone who hates big corporations as much as I do, closing for one of them on a Friday night seems really ironic to me. I mean, I'm a teenager! I should be sneaking into[…]

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Amy – part 3

Thanks for the previous comments. I think this is getting better, hope you agree. This is the 3rd part of the Amy story as seen largely through Becky's (the oldest daughter) eyes. It may be[…]

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The movie theater

When I was 13 years old, I was a typical little white boy who lived in Highland Park California. that is a Hispanic suburb in north east los Angeles. there were a lot of Mexican[…]

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