Jane's day

Jane huffed at the reflection. “Nothing looks good!” she wailed at the image of herself. Summer started to show itself and Jane wanted to show off. Eleventh grade was a good year for her; her[…]

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Taken

Marci stood at the kitchen island gazing out the window of her loft. She feels a rough whisper in her ear. " Don't turn around. And don't fight me. And you'll have the best night[…]

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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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