Home coming

My phone rang at some un-godly hour Saturday morning. I said groggily while my husband Craig lay in bed still asleep. up Christina?” It was Logan, an old friend of mine from childhood. I rolled[…]

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The dream

She slipped into my room so quietly I thought she was a dream. Her daphenous gown billowing in a subtle breeze like some scene from a movie. She smiled as she crossed the room with[…]

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Evie 01

I entered through the heavy wooden doors and was blinded by the contrast of the gloomy drinking lounge, which was emphasized by the neon glow of beer signs and jukebox in the corner. Terry was[…]

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All mine

I wrapped the somewhat small towel around myself and walked out of the en suite bathroom, and back into the bedroom. My long, red hair, still damp, dripped down my back and my long legs[…]

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My first time

Some of the detail in this story is fiction, but it is strongly based on my first experience of and the consequences. I think of it as "enhanced truth", for as the Irish say "a[…]

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Relapse

Relapse I fell off the band wagon. Ummmmm again. You could say that this was a pretty regular thing. After therapy it was worse than any other time. Maybe it was the discussion on how[…]

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An old flame

This is my first time posting on here,so I am feeling somewhat nervous about the kind of reception I may get. My story as yet is unfinished but I thought I would post this first[…]

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Empty house

I arrived at the housing project in the neighborhood, spotting Jocelyn's car in front of the building. I found the door unlocked, and went in. Looking into one of the rooms, I see Jocelyn standing[…]

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