Daisy and Rose_All Your Love Is Gone_The Monster Beneath Downtown Memorial_A Life of Lies
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Daisy and Rose
What is the most precious gift anyone can ever give or receive for Christmas, or any other occasion for that matter? Well, sit down, make yourself comfortable and I will tell you.The moon paused to peer through an uncurtained window into a small room with nothing but a bed, two chairs, and a large chest. Two heads in floppy hats lay on a pillow, and two pairs of bright blue eyes stared at the sparkling stars. -"I'm so glad we got our shirts done on time." said a tired little voice. -"Yes, and the kids will be happy with our tree. They will be so pleasantly surprised. I just wish we could put ...
All Your Love Is Gone
TW: Sex, violence, and strong language. We used to make love to The Doors. It wasn’t even my favorite band or my go-to music genre, but something about Jim Morrison’s voice in Riders on the Storm was insanely sexy when I climbed onto my husband’s lap and invited his mouth onto my breasts; We weren’t really the type of couple that had exotic, acrobatic, or porn-esque kind of sex, but having been together for nearly 15 years, the very fact that we could both still excite the other, laughing and moaning and biting, always made me feel like we were winning. Like getting married t...
The Monster Beneath Downtown Memorial
Thirteen-year-old Dora Veras arrived home from the second day of school with what she considered a most interesting assignment. With the September 11th holiday a week away, her history teacher requested each student interview their parents and if possible, a few co-workers, regarding their whereabouts and activities on September 11, 2001、 Mr. Johnston enthusiastically explained in class, “This was tragically our generation’s JFK assassination. I guarantee they’ll immediately have a significant story to tell!” The Veras family lived in Hackensack, N.J., a short PATH train ride from downtown Ma...
A Life of Lies
It may have been fifty-six years since they had last seen each other, but Ruth had recognised Lucy the second she entered the coffee shop. As teenagers, the two of them had often been mistaken for sisters, tall with long blond hair and matching hazewww.onedoor.ccl eyes, but the years had taken away their similarities. Lucy leant on a walking stick as she looked around. She was thin and frail, whereas Ruth was short and plump. Lucy’s face was lined now, but Ruth still knew it as well as her own. It was a face she would know anywhere. She waved to catch her attention, and Lucy’s smile transformed her into the...