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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Tim’s story: part 3

PROLOGUE: Eighteen year old Tim is something of and anomaly. A spindly thin lad standing only five foot seven, he none the less is endowed with an eleven inch penis. As his father had recently[…]

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Ex-wife

I'm laying in my bed wondering what had woken me up. The room is dark and the clock said it is only shortly after 12:00 AM and though I didn't hear anything, I sense that[…]

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Escaped

We’ve been on the run for months now and I’m on the verge of exhaustion. I’m not sure how much further I can go. Sometimes I think I should let the catch me, but I[…]

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