Echo's on the wind

The leaves rustled on the trees as the wind blew its soft song. All around the backyard Fall appeared as beautiful jewels echoing the previous summer. The air was heavy with smoke from the numerous[…]

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Aunt carol

it all started when i was young i was a pervert that was for sure hell if there was a good looking lady in the house i was peeping mirrors under the bathroom door ,hiding[…]

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The movie theater

When I was 13 years old, I was a typical little white boy who lived in Highland Park California. that is a Hispanic suburb in north east los Angeles. there were a lot of Mexican[…]

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The rush. pt. 3

[If you haven't read my first two Rush writings, go back, reread them, and THEN read this. Otherwise, it won't make much sense.] Melanie got back to Kissa’s room to find her still sleeping soundly,[…]

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