Kessling

KESSLING ( a poem by Stardust 8937 –9-29-100 You tell me I can rub my fingers– my palms– on, through, and over your soft, jet-black, almost fur–hair.. And caress, touch, hold onto your shaped head[…]

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Tuckers island 31-36

"Tuckers Island" by Gail Holmes Chapter Thirty-Two “Penny you’re back your father was asking after you, he’s still on about the pair of you seeing you’re mother!” Elaine informed her. “What did Jane say?” “I’d[…]

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Tim’s story: part one

“More roast beef?” Marie Bond asked her eighteen year old son. “Uh, no thanks, mom,” he replied, “I couldn’t eat another bite.” Marie looked at her only son with concern while worrying that he seemed[…]

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Friday night

It was the usual Friday night. Too tired after a week’s work to go out, Carl and I were staying in as usual. Having got in from work in the early evening, I had taken[…]

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It wasn't me.

This story was difficult for me to write. Not because there's violence or anger. I've done that before. Not because it's dark, although it is. This isn't the first thing I wrote that you weren't[…]

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Good friends

Chapter 1 It was a small party of ten couples and a few unattached men and women and it was, to Helga Cooper's mind, rather a stuffy affair. Everyone seemed to be standing in little[…]

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