She – 3rd person

She'd been thinking about him all day. Not so much the person as the task. She had awoken that morning and stumbled from bed in much her normal way, except today was different. It only[…]

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Lucinda

Lucinda I saw her sheltering under the projecting canopy of the bus shelter just along Chatham was sure it was rain was falling steadily the road glistening alternately orange in the street lights glow and[…]

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My new master

I walked around the house, I couldn't think about anything else. All that ran through my mind was one thing. No matter what I tried to concentrate on, nothing could push the wicked thought that[…]

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Mixed metaphors xii

Mixed Metaphors XII It was Sunday morning; four am when Becky got out of bed and cruised the front room like a morning watch police officer looking for bodies and various types of damage. Everyone[…]

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Bonne blue eyes

Author’s note; this is my first delving into writing a story about MIND CONTROL. It is admittedly a long story with a detailed history of the characters so please be patient and bear with me.[…]

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How it began

There’s a little bit of me that wonders how far things can go. Mostly though I walk around fully anticipating that anything can happen. Seriously, the current situation is proof that you never really know[…]

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Late in the evening

Copyright 2001 by FK Publications “ What the fuck’s this?” “It’s your cut…the seventy five percent you always take!” “ You mean to tell me that’s all you can that ass of yours is worth[…]

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