Tag: #mywriting
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Non-existent
“So I am human.” She was disappointed. She loved him somehow. A deep aching longing that was growing stronger by the moment. But how could a God love a human? “No, my love, You are my goddess. My Rajanani” the name sent shivers down her spine. It was like the feeling of desire, love, and…
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For Ransom
James was amazed by Brooke’s parenting skills. It had been less than a half an hour and already she had taken care of James Jr., without stressing or hurrying. But he knew the time was right for compliments. “Okay, I just have to say, you are amazing. I know you were the only one taking…
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August 11th
Douglas was less than a mile away from home. The road was curvy here and narrowed. He slowed down to 25 and took the curves easy. He didn’t want to take any chances. But he didn’t know. There was a truck coming towards him from the opposite direction. The driver was falling asleep at the…
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Susie’s Rescue
“Sam, let me just say –” brad was desperate to say something. “No! You don’t get to pick the conversation. You will tell me, did you know who she was before you touched her?” Sam’s nose was almost touching his. “No, ‘course I didn’t!” Brad blurted out. Sam tilted his head, his dad has slipped…
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