Pre-race prep

Kathy’s boyfriend had been distant for some time. It wasn’t entirely his fault, as he worked a lot of hours, and by the time he would get back to the home that they shared, he[…]

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Kidnapped

I stand in the shower. Warm water caresses my 18-year-old, body. I scrub my hair with shampoo. I hear the alarm beep. I figure it was my mom or dad opening the door so I[…]

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Poor tracey

Tracey considered herself American now, after all she had lived here for three years and was married to a fine American man. She was of course born an English girl, a slightly struggling English girl[…]

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