A soldier story

In August 14, 1946, SSGT. Patrick Allen drove the military issue that he had from the motor pool up to his hotel suite in Frankfurt Germany. He drove into the parking space and flipped the[…]

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My dream of you

I find myself swimming through a mist-filled lake really remembering how I got there, to this place of magic and streamers of moss and old branches, writing the stories of their once beautiful blooming flowers[…]

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A free ride

Id never really considered myself to be gay, but i knew id be lying if i tried to tell myself that i wasnt dissapointed not to have gone home with Barry. Id never actually had[…]

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Falling in, pt 3

Continued from "Falling In, pt 2" Jackie and I spent the rest of he morning lazing around the school doing the stupid shit teen kids usually do at school before it starts. Walking the halls,[…]

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Wyedean suck

I have taken into consideration all off the constructive critisam and i didnt read though the last story but I will this one and correct any mistakes made thank you and enjoy. I attended wyedean[…]

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An unexpected tale

This Is an experiment in format. This is also an experiment in patience. This story is also an experiment. It is customary in the second paragraph to introduce the primary characters. Firstly there is Tam,[…]

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