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A Riddle for Mr. Davenport by Mary Martin
Maybe we can all learn the answer..
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A Sixties Tragedy by David Arthur Walters
My best friend was killed by a rocking horse...
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A Special Message from the Director. by John Martin
The time to act is now..
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A Very Good Teacher by Virginia Tolles
Adele Whitemire was no spring chicken when her boredom led her into an area where she never would have dreamed she would be called to serve...
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A Virgin Girl by Mark Lichterman
Sprawled across the front seat of the big Buick, leaning towards her, almost atop Sally, only the very top of Mitchell’s head was visible to the couple in the back seat, whom, in nearly the same position, were engrossed with their own prurient desires and did not pay the slightest attention to the c..
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A Waitress' Tale by James Marry
A waitress, a wife and an author cooperate to enlighten a man of steel. Ignorance is definitely NOT bliss...
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A Work In Progress Part Two by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen
I may always be my Mothers daughter, but I was not going to become my Mother. I refused to allow that to happen.
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 A.: A Girl Called Tree by Micah OBrien
Tree sets out on a journey down a hot North Florida road. The only things she has are her long and twisting dress and instruction her Father had given her...
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About My) Hair by Wendy Bouchoux
This is a story about why I do not like to have my hair short...
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About Susan" by Bo Drury
unmarried, pregnant, feeling alone...she is adrift in an adult world ..
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Accused by Sarah Mankowski
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Adam's Story by Sanjay Sonawani
"What a poignant and breathless work. your writing style is singular, the story you told a fable of classic proportions. adam does indeed live up to his name. the elements of this work meld together to create a seamless work. once i was in, i was here till the end."
- Mark Rockeymoor
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Adrift (Part One) by J.A. Aarntzen
Four friends find themselves in the middle of a lake upon a boat whose motor has given up the ghost...
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After The Blast by Elizabeth Mills
One second we were laughing and drinking, the next, our world imploded...
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 After the Snowfall by Hayley Juhl
A snapshot of winter from the other side of the storm windows...
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Afterimage by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
unchangeable ..
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Agnes Can Sing by Jerelyn Craden
A true story about a dog that can sing..
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All Roads Lead Home by Cynthia Borris
Silent on the road of indecision..
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An Evening of Domesticity by Helen Croom
Warning: This story contains strong language, if likely to be offended please don’t read it.
She has been drowsing in the chair for half an hour and has reached the point where she must either abandon herself to sleep or rouse her consciousness. Her eyes rest on the baby in her lap; head f..
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And I Thought This Was Love (Lyrical Short Story) by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen
I thought this was love
That I had found Mr Right.
You know the one God had meant for me
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And Mrs. Harris Stopped Dancing by Elizabeth Towles
The story of a woman who lived most of her life from the outside looking in...until one fateful night changed everything......
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Angel in the Snow by Olivia Lorenz
Jin Xu is an ordinary man looking for a wife. When he visits a temple on Mount Yueshan, he finds more than he ever imagined... ..
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Angels Without Wings (Excerpt from book) by Chris the Abducted Alien
Angels Without Wings (pages 14 & 15)
What are angels? They are whatever we want them to be. Angels are all around us. All we have to do is stop and feel. Some of us are too cynical or busy to notice. Some think they have wings, but others will not even acknowledge their existence.
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another day in the life by John Reilly
“It smells like cat shit in here”
“that it does my friend, that it does”
I hand him a cold beer
quiet introspection follows
slow in and out breathing nostrils open
“this is deep”
“what is”
“this, us. What we are doin..
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Arginine - Stimulates LOWbido Naturally - Elk Velvet Antler High in ARGININE - by Karen Dunn
I AM a 45 Year Old Female and Have the LIBIDO of an 18 Year Old Male! BR>BR>11-26-01 - Pompano Beach, Florida -- E-Com Global Inc., met with buyer, Lorie, of Buyers Shopping Network and George, a resident of Boca Raton and a high school friend of Karen Dunn. Lorie declared that since she has been ..
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As Seasons Change by Carole Bellacera
An Irish Protestant woman falls in love with a Irish Catholic while in America, only to learn that in Northern Ireland, love does not conquer all...
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At What Cost: Chapter One by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen
I was going to wake up to find this really wasn’t happening.
I felt nothing, something wasn’t right.
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At What Cost: Prologue by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen
Come to think of it it’s not children who master that way of thinking it’s the adults...
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Auphaline by John Mangini Jr.
A sentimental story..
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Autumn in Alcona by Jerelyn Craden
The magic in nature...
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Awaken Sweet Dreamer by Steve Talbot
A sweet little story...
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B .O.W. 96: Digging Holes by Mark Lichterman
Ruby?
In the spring of 1961, the Congress of Racial Equality (CORE), an interracial activist group founded in 1942, dispatched bands of black and white “Freedom Riders” aboard buses into the Deep South to test local compliance with court rulings that forbade segregated seating in terminal w..
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B.O.W 111: Divorce by Mark Lichterman
By this time their physical appearance and lovemaking had become familiar: the first orgasm for both was always brought about orally. Then, after a prolonged shower, a lengthy talk followed by lengthy foreplay—Knowing she had, although having no idea how many times Elizabeth had—Mitchell would have..
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B.O.W 29: Finding Marsha by Mark Lichterman
“Talk about good looking sailors, Bertha!”
Looking up from her dish of broiled white fish, boiled red potatoes and string beans, “Hanna, who the hell’s talking about good looking sailors?” Turning in her seat, looking to where her friend was staring, “Good God! Who’s that? He must be los..
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B.O.W. 60: Heat by Mark Lichterman
“Last summer!” Mitchell said to Marsha. “One year! Jesus! Was it really only a year ago that I loved summer? That I couldn’t wait for summer? That I lived for summer?”
When one goes really fast from adolescent to adult, from single to married with a child, priorities change… really fast!..
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B.O.W. 85: Ex Fat Girl by Mark Lichterman
However, deep down he would have given anything—short of his son—to be able to make love to this beautiful young woman with the, Oh, God, so beautiful body that he then knew—a dream come true—he could make love to and maybe even…Yes! At that moment Mitchell Lipensky thought he could spend the rest o..
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B.O.W. 1: Coney Island by Mark Lichterman
Feeling the soft pressure of Marsha’s breasts on his back and the cool touch of her bare legs against the back of his bare legs, and her warm breath and moist tongue in his ear, even though he knew she was teasing him.....
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B.O.W. 103: Myron by Mark Lichterman
Though, literally, kept in the dark the first few times, upon seeing his new wife’s nude body for the first time, although enthralled with her overall beauty, the new husband also saw the stretch marks across her flaccid stomach, breasts, ample buttocks and Elizabeth’s cellulite dimpled, still somew..
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B.O.W. 114: Now Reality by Mark Lichterman
Hating what she had to tell her children. Hating the thought that she and her marriage had become a statistic, wearily leaving the bed that had been hers and her husband’s, putting a robe on, Marsha Lipensky went into her baby’s bedroom...
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B.O.W. 117: Why Now? by Mark Lichterman
If love was one and the same as sex to Mitchell Lipensky, than sex and food were opposite sides of the same coin. And if this breakfast was an indication of Elizabeth Herzon’s cooking skills, she’d be graded with an “F”...
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B.O.W. 18: Mulatto by Mark Lichterman
Said good naturedly,“God sure made white boys dumb… Jewish! You a Jew?”
White boy? Taking a chance on Ruby’s good humor, “Look who’s calling who a white boy!”
“Yeah!” Laughing, “Kind’a like the pot calling the kettle black, ain’t it?”
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B.O.W. 2: Seagate by Mark Lichterman
His unexpected entry into the bathroom, coinciding with what she had been thinking; thinking that, Maybe I can make “it” happen now. Surprising him by drawing the curtain open, “Sure,” she said, becoming somewhat aroused herself, “come on in.”..
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B.O.W. 105: Depression by Mark Lichterman
How does a person have any idea that one might have a heretofore unknown medical syndrome such as postpartum depression, or—when that syndrome departs—how does he or she know it was replaced with another heretofore unknown syndrome: depression.
Marsha’s depression now at play
Mars..
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B.O.W. 106:An Opened Door by Mark Lichterman
“What I want to do?” His eyes again fastened on hers, “Elizabeth,” his voice barely above a whisper, “what I want is to be with you!” Speaking louder now, “But I’m…” Lowering his voice again, “Jesus, I’ve three kids, and you’ve a husband!”
“Right now! Mitchie, we can walk away from this rig..
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B.O.W. 107: A Closed Door XXX by Mark Lichterman
CAREFUL! VERY SEXUAL!!
On their sides, facing each other, the length of their bodies touching, sensing the heat of their fully clothed bodies through their clothing. Laying closely together, their lips met… gently, gently… Their tongues touched… touching, feeling, tasting. His hand.....
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B.O.W. 11: Abortion by Mark Lichterman
Not sure whether it was the thought of having another child, the fear that it might not be her husband’s child or, most likely, both. Sensing the onset of hysteria, closing her eyes, breathing deeply, forcing herself to calm down, “Please, Doc!” she said in a soft, pleading voice.
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B.O.W. 110: Heroin by Mark Lichterman
Careful, sexual content.
Forestalling the kiss he knew was forthcoming, standing, Mitchell held his hand forward.
Disappointed, but knowing the reason for a handshake rather than a kiss in this crowded restaurant. But then again, this handshake might be the opening for, “Let’s not ..
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B.O.W. 112: Sleep Talk by Mark Lichterman
Also, as a “cuddly” kind of person, usually—when not angry at each other—Mitchell would often take hold of her hand while in the car or when they were sitting side by side, but lately hadn’t, and Marsha sensed that something was not quite right, that something had initially changed in their relation..
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B.O.W. 113:Dream Words by Mark Lichterman
The sound of his own voice awakening him, his eyes snapping open, staring into the darkness, Did I really say that? he thought, or did I just dream I said that?
Laying perfectly still, listening for the sleeping sound of his wife’s breathing. But, outside of his beating heart, that sounded ..
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B.O.W. 116: Eggs by Mark Lichterman
Never having breakfast together, realizing they had so much to learn about each other. “How do you like your eggs?”
This simple question as a catalyst, his emotional dam bursting, within each other’s arms again, holding Elizabeth tightly, his head against her shoulder, Mitchell Lipensky cri..
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