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The short-haired brunette named, Gwen Kaplan seemed a little taller than most girls and a lot prettier. Her eyes were a soft, almost liquid brown, the classic bedroom eyes, and that smile of hers managed to be both innocent and yet, somehow, inviting. On...
Chapter 1 June 5, 2011 I really hate interviews. Putting yourself out for rejection is one of the most nerve-wracking things that you could do. I really thought that I had the interview in the bag before I got there—I nailed the first two rounds of interv...
It has been a long, long night of waiting until my dreams come true, those dreams of you, my sweetest and bestest friend. Now, as I stand in a doorway in the dark light of the sun, out near to that long winding road that leads to your door, and as I start...
She blew in like an aggravated F5 tornado, shouted, "Don't you dare say a thing,” slammed the door shut and slung her purse across the room. It ricocheted away from my bottom-weary couch, cleared off the end table, then teetered briefly at the edge before...
I had never been more appreciative in this life until last summer. It had just come on right on time. At the time when I was all tired out by school. The school year had been so stressful more especially because I was a senior and I had to work extra hard...
Adrian Gabardo It’s been long since I last wrote to you, but its times like these, when my thoughts are so scrambled that I can’t think straight, that I need to pick up the pen and put these feelings down somewhere. It’s been a long year, very much useles...
Sitting here as I make a crossing by ferry across Lake Michigan and feeling the old Navy terminology coming back in my mind as well as the remembered sea legs like when I was on two of the three ships I was on. And feeling my mind slip back trying to avoi...
Finally, no classes for the weekend. Mill laid herself along the couch seat, reading a monthly magazine called 'Flow' that included editor letters of love advice and local concert information in downtown bars. Jynx wasn't home today. Explaining to her of...
With not much to do inside a building, Jynx would lay outside on the balcony and soak up the warmth of the sun while in the physical form of a cat. Hearing the click of the door knob from inside her apartment his head bobbed up to look. Turns out Mill jus...
PrologueFrom a purely personal point of view, happiness is extremely difficult to describe. We are either happy, or we are unhappy, and it seems that there is little we can do, however hard we may strive, to make ourselves happy. The story I am going to t...
The moment I saw her that autumn afternoon, I knew that I just had to have her. Sitting quietly in the shadows of the empty library, lit only by the lambent warmth of the reading lamp over the desk, her demure beauty ignited a fire in my soul that had bee...
The initial splash of the bells was gentle and subdued, such whispers of disquiet only observed as a mild irritant intended to deter. Despite my efforts in oversight, they came to chime in a fashion I could no longer diffuse. Loud and laden with a warning...
Are you sleeping and can you hear me, or does it matter if you hear me? There was a time when we had a time, with night time finding us at the shore or elsewhere and then again you never know where things will take us. And tonight the horse and carriage w...
I have heard them say that the Devil’s in the details and I know exactly what they mean, and these are strange times we are currently living in and maybe it’s true what Lennon said about strange days having found us? With simulated sunsets and starlight d...
Treatment Three I can't believe I lost my temper in front of him! What if he thinks I'm childish? Wait, no. That's what I am. A child. Nothing will ever change that right now. I wonder if he would think I'm disgusting if he knew that I was gay? "Nagisa."...
