Category: writing
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The Producer
That was how on Friday morning. I came to be in some of their hand-me-down clothes. In front of Mr Carmel. I was shaking like a leaf. He was a monster of a man. I could tell when he walked in that he would hurt me even without trying. I could see the bulge in…
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Neighboring Strangers
It was a man and his back was turned to the door. He seemed to be looking up and down the road. Katana hesitated for a moment. She didn’t want to talk to a male or female. She didn’t want to talk to anyone. But this was an emergency situation. What if he knew something…
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Skyfel: slave
Donte smiled back and touched her face. “You are so beautiful.” He was fighting the urge to kiss her. But he was determined to have her drive relationship. He was there to help her. If she wanted contact she will tell him and he would give it to her. Mia looked up at him through…
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Moment by moment
Half asleep, she imagined her curtains moved as her newfound protector came into her room through her opened window. She almost slipped into a dream when a disturbance startled her awake. Someone was jiggling her doorknob. Someone on the other side wanted in. “My imagination.” She breathed in sharply and held her breath. She did…
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Aftersickness
“That isn’t how it works. Fifty is over the hill.” Josh rolled his eyes. “Just because your thirteen doesn’t make me over the hill. Nana is over the hill.” Rachel jumped to her feet and turned around. “Nana, josh says you are over the hill.” Josh did a face palm. “What? Pills? I thought you…
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