Poor tracey

Tracey considered herself American now, after all she had lived here for three years and was married to a fine American man. She was of course born an English girl, a slightly struggling English girl[…]

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Beach fun

Going to the beach has not been fun for me the last few times going. Mainly due to the fact that I always go with my family who all but one hate the beach. Also[…]

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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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Broken promises

Emily awoke in the dead of night in her soft pink bedroom to the feeling of big hands shaking her by the shoulders. “Get up, sweetheart. We have to go out. Come on now, it's[…]

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Rewind

The monochrome images on the TV screen were grainy and jerky, but there was no doubt it was me. There really wasn't anything I could say to Louise: as I was a paying guest in[…]

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