Flat tire

Late Friday afternoon, topped the week off for Jennifer as she ended up down a dark rural country road with a flat tire on her car and no phone signal. Her luck is about to[…]

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The prisoner (part 3)

Stephen’s alarm went off at 6:30 in the morning. ‘That was strange; his alarm usually went off at 7.’ He turned over to try to go back to sleep, then jumped upright, remembering what was[…]

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Mothers passion

My father was doing roaring business selling oil seeds in Gulburga, before shifting the family to Mumbai after my only sister got married. Our new house in New Bombay was luxurious to say the least[…]

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Where am i

~~Note: Hi there. This is my first story so all comments and emails are welcome. I am thinking about writing another one to go with this because it seems like a good and bad place[…]

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Cafe l'amour

Cafe L'Amour. What a stupid name for a coffee shop in the middle of Bumfuck Egypt. Ok, more like Northern Montana, but close enough. Either way, some fancy sounding French cafe had no place there,[…]

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The vacation

My name is Roger, and I grew up in central California with my mom Karen and dad Charles, year and a half older sister Susan, and three year younger brother Scott. Dad was in real[…]

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Anal encounter

Joe Kelley steered his car into the parking garage, found an open spot, turned the car off, and took a deep breath. It was the day of his annual physical. He had no reason to[…]

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