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When he first walked out of the door, he knew this was a rubicon of decisions. Turning back meant returning to the voice of his father voice- the malice. It was his way of showing rebellion; something he had not given much thought to until recently. Deep down, he told himself that it was all to prove to them that […]

The day started badly for me: the sun was shining the skies were cloudless and blue. I was at the golf course waiting for some friends to turn up. I was revved up and ready to go, but my mates were late, I kept glancing at my watch, waiting expectantly. loitered by the first tee, watching groups teeing off, when […]

While 100% fiction, these stories are based on many similar actual events observed in the past. The average US citizen does not fully comprehend how pervasive child and women abuse is throughout America in everyday life. Many secret safe houses are located in numerous large and medium sized American cities, where women and their children successfully hide from their abusers.

Alyssa was wearing a bra and panties, but nothing felt out of the ordinary. With her back to me, she didn’t see me staring. You would have stared, too. Not that her lingerie was particularly sexy, just cotton–white with some pale pink accents the color of her lips. It’s the fact that my sister normally does not hang out with […]

“Mmm, he’s getting harder,” my wife stated while looking at me with lustful eyes. Her hand was casually running up and down his thickening shaft while I stared on from my chair facing them. “Of course he is love, look at you,” I responded taking in the scene befor me. She was lazily sitting on the couch beside him topless, […]

In the summer of 1975, I and three of my college friends decided to each buy one of those $175 Greyhound Ameripasses available then. For that price, one could ride anywhere in the system over the course of a month. We had seen those ads with Fred McMurray, of all people, urging people to Go Greyhound. So we did.

Another one dead, and papers had given the murderer a name, but no one was using it yet. The police still called him “The Whitechapel killer,” and the people on the streets called him just “the killer.” Nothing more was needed.

I’m Ray and I work for the local Sheriff’s Department in our small community. We usually don’t have a lot of trouble here other than the drunks, family squabbles and accidents. Every now and then something big happens. This is one of those stories. It all began in October of 1971.

The harsh blare of a siren woke the residents of Lover’s Lane up. It was early in the morning the day after Halloween, and in a nearby alley between Mini Bowl and Lou’s Package Store, the battered body of Lois Laynes lay sprawled on the pavement. She had been murdered in cold blood overnight, and her partially clad body was […]

Sam took Danny’s warm half-empty beer and swapped it for the cold one she’d put back in the fridge earlier. She placed the cold beer next to the small plate of uneaten purple berries on his tray. She pulled the Tupperware cap off and dropped it next to his beer. She sat on the couch close to her husband’s chair, […]