| This is Erin
| | Remember me? When I was a little girl, you took whatever you wanted. No one ever taught you that young does not equal sexy. And you, you with the womb, you never wanted me at all. Or at least that's... | | Words: | 314 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Thanksgiving
| | The forbidden one would taste like cranberries,... | | Poetry | | Genre: | erotic | | Updated: | 24-11-06 |
| Words: | 161 | | Comments: | 30 | | Status: | Public |
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| Unfair
| | For months after the death of my closest cousin, Josh, I sat for hours and stared vacantly at my... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 07-10-06 |
| Words: | 980 | | Comments: | 15 | | Status: | Public |
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| Things You Learn in College
| | Having convinced my professor to cancel class so that I could attend Ralph Naderâ??s speech, I sat in... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 07-10-06 |
| Words: | 893 | | Comments: | 12 | | Status: | Public |
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| Home
| | Our love is like a house... | | Poetry | | Genre: | Romance | | Updated: | 07-10-06 |
| Words: | 97 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| Escape
| | The chalk dust in the room... | | Words: | 112 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Unmountable Boot Volume
| | Cassandra sat at the bar, tapping her long painted fingernails and humming to herself, snatches of... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 07-10-06 |
| Words: | 3135 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Old Age
| | The room smells of poverty, rot, and old age. A heap of yellowed, tattered blankets begins to stir... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 07-10-06 |
| Words: | 1274 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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