Friday nights

It’s difficult to find a good start for my story. A relationship with your own father doesn’t just start. Still I feel the urge to write it down. For him as much as for myself.[…]

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My first story

It all happened when I was 10. I live in the suburbs where the doors were usually left unlocked, and windows were open at night to stay cool. I would sleep in my boxers because[…]

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Wsg enterprises, part 1

The CEO was waiting for his ordered shipment in the receiving area. The receiving area was one of the newest constructions. Over the years the compound had become quite large. Whenever the company realized that[…]

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