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She Doesn't Know
Ok, so after reading some of the comments posted, I thought I should probably explain myself. This story is actually true, but I didn't post it as Non-Fiction because there ...
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Brian's Eyes
It was Brian’s eyes that Abby liked most. They were dark brown in color, chocolate brown, she liked to think; a rich, creamy chocolate brown. Whenever his gaze feel on ...
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Rush Hour
I could tell by the way she was standing that she didn’t want to be here. It’ll all be over soon, I told myself. She’ll be gone in less than ...
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In My Sweet Captivity
Something’s there. I know it. I can sense it, feel it coming closer. Step by step, it’s drawing nearer; something, hiding. The room is dark, closed, compact. My hands are ...
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My Kind of Rebellion
I was taking a walk the other day, and this brief vignette is basically just what I noticed about my environment. I didn't want it to have much structure (or ...