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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A rainy day

The steady trickle of rain could be both seen and heard around us. The large picture windows of the apartment made it difficult for us to escape the gloomy, overcast skies around us. I sat[…]

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My second entry

So here is my second entry. But before I dive into my past, here's something about me in the present. Right now, I'm typing this on my laptop. I'm looking down at my penis, and[…]

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Lucinda

Lucinda I saw her sheltering under the projecting canopy of the bus shelter just along Chatham was sure it was rain was falling steadily the road glistening alternately orange in the street lights glow and[…]

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My sister was pissed

Fbailey story number 625 My Sister Was Pissed I came straight home from school, went into my sister’s bedroom and asked, “Are you really fucking every boy in my class?” Emily looked shocked and asked,[…]

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A flight to remember

My Mile High Experience I spent my summer at the University of California in Berkeley, studying Arabic, when I had to return home to Alabama. My several connecting flights made the fare cheaper, but it[…]

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