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Keys, keys, keys. Where are they? He has misplaced them. His hair falls haphazardly, grazes the collar of his stiff oxford shirt. Maisie ironed it for him, starched it, even. ...

I don't really remember how this website works because I haven't been on in so long, but I really liked this so I'm going to try and do a review. ...

They arrive home. It’s late. Brian pays the babysitter, walks her to her car, watches her drive away. Sixteen. He remembers sixteen. When life was that simple. Prom dates and ...

this is just a beginning, but I wanted to post it anyway because I haven't written in a long time. Margo It’s 3 AM. I wake up, dizzy, disoriented, hung ...

*Disclaimer: I don't usually title my stories, so this is only a temporary title. It was midday, ninety degrees, and Nell was beginning to wonder why she’d ever gotten a ...

Hi:) Here's part two of the Mick and Kat saga; I just wanted to clarify really fast, because a lot of people commented about the title. 'Another Teen Pregnancy Story' ...

I really like this; I find that I am really bad at writing worship songs, so kudos to you. The only thing, sorry to be picky with spelling, but since ...

Wow. This is the first story I've read on here as I just joined. I really, really liked the vagueness of the piece, it just made it all the more ...

“What the hell are you talking about?” I’m standing dead still in the hallway. Kids are streaming past us. Jack Ripley rams right into me, but I barely notice. “Um?” ...