It was the middle of May when I found out that my teacher was screwing my mother. Suddenly it was all explained: the lengthy conferences, the mutual speed dial, the way they both seemed to know of my intimacies at ...Read More
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On Tuesday evening, Michelle abandoned her children, Chance and Hope. In a poorly lit alley, she discarded them amongst the stinking refuse and festering, green slime which breeds behind thriving, frenzied commerce. Their cries faded as she walked away. These no ...Read More
In the romance novels I read, no one ever stares at a sink of dirty dishes. Buddy would be "a strapping young man eager to make dreams come true." But he's just a boy remembering his high school football glory days. ...Read More
The spring tide inched its way towards land while Dad finished packing the car. Wendy and I stood on the headland, looking over the bay, out to where the beach was slowly being swallowed up. Her deep tan contrasted against the ...Read More
Spiderman sat in the corner behind the shampoo, mouth shut. Wolverine dangled from the shower head, claws retracted. Below, the debate raged on in 6 inches of warm water. “String theory is the theory of everything,” said one boy, hair covered ...Read More
