My sisters….

My life wasn’t ideal for any 13 year old boy hitting puberty. I grew up in a house with no father (because he kicked the bucket when I was only two years old) a mother[…]

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Mom and amy

OK, I have read the comments about my stories. I hear you, I just don't care. I will tell you what I'll do to make all of you English majors happy. On this next story,[…]

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Fallen fruit – the first

Author’s Note: The purpose of this series is to establish a vehicle through which to explore some far darker themes than I normally do through a series of short individual chapters. Some suspension of disbelief[…]

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Punishment

I think there is something wrong with me. I’m so hungry, and thirsty and cold. Why do I feel like this? Do I need help? My friends used to tell me all about how these[…]

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She just wants to be

Beads of sweat formed on Belle’s forehead, her open mouth silently voicing her pleasure. She allowed herself to get completely lost in the moment, blocking out the reality of her circumstance and denying to herself[…]

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