literature
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a freedom all my own
I hadn’t meant to. I really hadn’t wanted to do a lot of things in my life. I hadn’t wanted to spend every weekend of my childhood water skiing. I hadn’t wanted to play Monopoly as my family’s only source of bonding (the game often did more harm than good). I hadn’t wanted to date my first girlfriend, she had this odd cheese like smell. I hadn’t wanted a dog for my 10th birthday, I had asked very clearly for a hairless cat. I hadn’t wanted to study theology in college and I most certainly hadn’t ever had an ounce of desire in my heart to become a minister.
By O. Bree Mays5 years ago in Families
Chiraq VI
Chapter 6 "Good God!", she said as her arms tightened around Big Shorty. "My grandbaby is home! Are you okay?" asked Big Shorty's grandmother. Big Shorty simply laid in her bosom, enjoying her warmth. Her mouth opened in astonishment when she saw his face. "He just has a little black eye, nothing a little ice can't handle.", his grandpa said. "Who hit my grandbaby in the eye? Are you alright?" Big Shorty was over-whelmed by the questions from his grandma. "I'm okay, I took care of him and sent him home crying!", exclaimed Big Shorty. Big Shorty was flustered as his grandparents crowd around him.
By Organic Products 5 years ago in Families
Avenues: The Finale, Part 2
“Do exactly as I say or she dies,” Oliver started, then gestured for me to move away from Susie. I obeyed, not willing to let my pride get either of us killed. I wondered how the hell he got up here when Luey’s men were parked downstairs, keeping watch and on the staircase. A disguise maybe? Whatever it had been, it worked and I was trying really fucking hard not to lose my shit and tackle Oliver to the ground. He could get trigger happy and shoot away at Susie.
By Sharlene Alba5 years ago in Families









