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| | We chatted online last night, our webcams glowing, fuzzy images of well loved faces smiling at each other from a world away. I showed you how long my hair was getting, and you told me it was... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 26-01-06 |
| Words: | 491 | | Comments: | 23 | | Status: | Public |
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| Good Night Moon Again
| | THIS WORK CONTAINS SCENES OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND MAY OFFEND SOME PEOPLE. It offended me to write... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 24-01-06 |
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| First Night
| | This is something I wrote a few years ago and I just can't seem to get it right. I gave up editing it. Sheâ??s slutty in the way that only some girls can achieve. Her looks, while not gorgeous, drew men... | | Words: | 1300 | | Comments: | 11 | | Status: | Public |
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| Interactions
| | A lit cigarette burns fiercely,... | | Words: | 111 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Googlism
| | While I hate to be typical, this still cracked me up.... | | Words: | 208 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| Therapy?
| | My therapist sat, confidently, in the chair across from me. For some reason I had been expecting a... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 22-01-06 |
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| into me
| | down down... | | Words: | 45 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Yeah, I'm a Redneck Snob
| | This ain't my first rodeo... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 22-01-06 |
| Words: | 129 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| | She is a pale version... | | Words: | 136 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Proposal
| | Our bedsheets lay twisted and tangled around our feet, the tv a low rumble in the background. Back together again after a 5 month split, all was right in the world. My man lay next to me, barechested,... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 19-01-06 |
| Words: | 414 | | Comments: | 9 | | Status: | Public |
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| Rebel Yells
| | The heart of the south will never die... | | Words: | 88 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Public |
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| Dancehall Dreaming
| | Another piece in need of fine tuning. Dancehall dreaming. Sawdust making boots slick on a hardwood floor like high heels on ice. Country music swelling up in lovers ears, slow dance junkies on the... | | Words: | 327 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Never
| | A thousand times... | | Words: | 42 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Facade
| | A never ending... | | Words: | 67 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Stranger
| | Olive drab and camo... | | Words: | 76 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Matriarchs
| | In the kitchen with the women... | | Words: | 95 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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