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The next day Laura was again needing some crack. Her boyfriend had called that morning to let her know he was tied up in Chicago and wouldn't be home for several more days. She had told him to get home as soon as he possibly could as she needed more groceries. She had not yet admitted her habit to her boyfriend because she was afraid she would lose him if he found out. She didn't know how much longer she could fool him though. After he hung up she called her dealer to get some crack. You know what the deal...

The Collector I pressed the cloth into her cute little face. My thumb stung, yesterday I had bitten of a little bit of skin next to my nail and now the chloroform was pricking me. She wasn’t out yet. She was still struggling, although not with her full force anymore. Muffled protest came from behind the rag. Her eyes looking up at me in fear. Begging me, pleading me to let her go. I stroke a strand of hair from her forehead. ‘Don’t be scared, honey,’ I said. ‘Just breath. Take a another few deep breaths. I know chloroform doesn’t work...

Copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010 Parry! – lunge! – parry! – our blades made a sharp metallic sound as they clashed together. Then I over-committed myself in an attack and left an opening, which Miss Champney was quick to exploit. With lightning speed, the tip of her foil flicked against the padded collar of my protective tunic, and our practice bout was over. I wasn’t disappointed that she had won – she is my coach, and had been testing me on some new feints that she had demonstrated earlier in the training session. My name is Rebecca, but everyone calls me ‘Becky’...

It was the end of school, end of a life time, end of an era. The interim time when the little school girl was changing into the woman she wanted to be Randy and I had been playing around for months and I was deeply in love, but at the same time worried that I had fallen too hard for him. Randy was more than a few years older than me, I had just turned seventeen .He had everything the other little boys didn’t have cars , bikes , money , credit cards and a gorgeous seven and half inch cut...

***** Diary Excerpt One: “Following the threat of a sexual harassment lawsuit, the second such threat levied against me by two separate Personal Assistants the suits in HR, in light of my skills and results, decided to give me one last chance before they would be forced to take additional disciplinary actions. In an effort to reduce the likelihood of a repeat scenario they decided to assign me a PA that they assumed, correctly, would not be to my tastes. However, they did not take into account how much to his tastes I would be.” ***** Ayesha drummed her fingers irritably...

Character Descriptions: Jamie & Naomi: 15 years old. Breast 36B. Height 5 “6”. Blond hair. Pale blue eyes. Lillian “Lily”: 18 years old. Breast 34C. Height 5 “7”. Brown hair. Brown eyes. “I saw Lily kissing her boyfriend,” Naomi had told me. “So,” I shrugged. Although we were identical twins, I was the tomboy, which meant I had no intention to listen to her gossip. “I just thought-“my sister stopped talking mid sentence. I looked over in time just to catch her pounce. She had the advantage being on top. She got me flat on my back, straddling my waist. “What...

The next morning I awoke to find the room empty, Erin had woken up and left before I had. It was mid morning and I figured I would get dressed and head to the house. I was worried how Erin felt about last night now, and how we would attempt to keep our conversation normal after what transpired. I knew I enjoyed everything last night, in fact, until it happened, I didn't realized how bad I wanted my own underage cousin, as terrible as that truly is. She wanted me and I wanted her and last night, we indulged in that...

Prologue My name is Alex. I was 14 years old and 5’10, at the time of this story, and lived in London, England. I was always a geek and outcasted from almost all groups and societies. This Story starts on a Friday in Late July. It was my parents’ anniversary so they were going to Cambridge for a week. My sister was staying with her friend Joanna, so I asked my friend Bella if I could stay with her for the week. I almost always stayed with her when my parents were out of London and often when they were. She...

Getting captured sucks. It tends to involve things like pissing yourself in terror, while terrifying Amazons hold their spears deathly still at your Adam’s apple, leaving you too afraid to so much as swallow. Getting taken prisoner sucks. It involves endless manacled marching and cruel whipping whenever you stumble or falter. Being sold into slavery sucks. It involves standing naked under the hot sun, as Amazons mutter and joke to each other about you, while your throat dries out and a thin layer of dust cakes you. The start of being a slave wasn’t so bad. The dust of the markets...

So here I am again, lost in thought, shutting everyone out. It’s one of those moods that creeps in so slowly, like a nite of champagne, a single candle, and a playlist that could make a flip-of-the-wrist at a rainbow parade want to slit his wrists. Initially, you think you are just in the mood for champagne, just cause it tastes so sweet and it is the choice beverage of toasts at times of celebration, so how could it be gloomy. And of course the candle symbolizes a sense of romance, passion and even peaceful self-preserving meditation. And of course the...