Meredith stands in front of the small mirror in her dorm room adjusting her bra and pulling down her sweater so that only a teasing amount of cleavage shows. She clips the majority of the front strands of her honey brown hair back with a large clip, leaving a few wisps around the edges of …
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MARCH 2012 Kyle bought the house on Lemon Tree Road two weeks ago. It was officially his - the mortgage, the driveway, the willow tree on the side, the front door with the chipped paint, the mailbox, the patches of crab grass in the front yard, and all three bedrooms and two and a half …
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It’s 11:21. My eyes are wide open. I’m laying in the dark of my bedroom next to my husband. How can he be asleep right now? Am I the only parent in the world worried out of my mind every single Friday night? I told Jenna 11:30. I better hear that garage door open in …
Mr. Brightside by The Killers James wears a white button down to work everyday. He works in an office. At 19, he swore he wasn’t the type, but ten years later, James sits at his desk staring at the keyboard. Five obituaries have to be sent to his editor before the noon hour. It’s 10:00 …
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I hear their boots shuffling on the thin carpet. I inhale through my nose and out my mouth trying to settle my heart rate. It’s dark in here except for the thin strip of light streaming in through the bottom of the door. The boots are louder now. Inhale. Exhale. It’s now or never. I …
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"You had sex with my sister." My stomach drops. My heart pumps into over drive. I can feel the blood drain from my cheeks and a prickly sensation form on the back of my neck. Moisture accumulates on my palms and under my arms. My mouth tightens. I can't speak. I can't defend myself. I …
By staring out across the great lawn, Ana could actually see the haze rising up on this sweltering summer morning. Cicadas drown out the soft melody playing on the outdoor radio. Aside from the staff of her father's estate, Ana is the fist one awake. She sits on the lounge chair under an umbrella wearing …
Joe was the last person on Earth I expected to do that. He always wore a cross around his neck. He kept up with his weekly chores around the house. He never missed a day of school. He actually enjoyed being an altar boy! Yet, there we all stood in the waiting room of the …
Corey sits in his car, envelope of money in one hand and ransom note in the other. He looks around the empty street wondering how the hell he ended up in the middle of all this. But honestly, he knew. He knew exactly how the hell he ended up owing Frank Lowery 10 grand. Corey …
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