The writer 1

Nick had a gift, one which he did not entirely understand, but a gift nonetheless of epic proportions. He was able to manifest anything which he could think of, simply by writing it down. Nick[…]

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The teacher

I first met Ms. Michaels when my roommate, Cindy, and I happened to run into her walking across campus. My roommate stopped her and introduced me. "How do you do," said Ms. Michaels. She looked[…]

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Forbidden desires part 7

Kimiko Hashitani sat on her couch, dressed in a cream-colored satin teddy, with a matching robe over it, sipping a margarita. As she had done repeatedly during the past twenty-four hours, she went over her[…]

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Just for fun

In the dim light of the dingy basement, unkempt and dirty fingers moved a computer mouse on its mat, and as he clicked, words sprang onto the screen before him. A blue glow from the[…]

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Lunch

The wheels on the Jaguar convertible squeal as I power through a tight curve in the road. The warm Dallas air is rushing past my ears with a howl and down the street between tall[…]

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My sis

My sis, Angie and I had always been close so we usually hung out with the same group of friends. She is a little more than a year older than me and the summer before[…]

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Last stop

Rain was whipped from the sky by high winds, slamming into the Earth as if trying to beat it into submission. In the dim hours of evening, Mat Parks pushed his 18 wheeler into the[…]

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