My new best friend

Sarah Fernandez sighed. Her day was ruined. She had no plans, and all of her friends were doing something. She stood up and stretched, walked into her kitchen and looked in the fridge for something[…]

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The i-room iii

And so the debate continues as to what and who I am. Many consider me a madman, a debauched villain or a new form of evil. Mayhap I am, although I embrace the fact that[…]

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Potty girls

As Mrs. Allen droned on about the Revolutionary War, the twelve eighteen year old female students in her senior high American History class took mandatory sips from bottles filled with juice, water, or some other[…]

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