Running into trouble_THE FACTORY_The Thief's Pyre_The Birth of Mary
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Running into trouble
Abby was a widow with two children, Josh and Suzy. Josh was in high school and very athletic, while suzy was in middle school and insanely shy. Abby has been in a depressed phase since the porce from her husband. She was struggling to support her children. She’s been getting better now that she has a new job and has been working on herself. She goes on runs, does yoga, and works out, which makes her feel much better. One morning before she had to wake the kids up for school she went on a run around the neighborhood. She looks down at her watch to check the time, and hit someone’s shoulder. S...
THE FACTORY
A half a cup of sugar, Mason thinks to himself. He's never made a batch of cupcakes before, and his mother insisted he help, despite his concerned words that he wouldn't even know where to begin. "Just follow the instructions exactly, and it will turn out fine," his mother had said. Mason grwww.onedoor.ccabbed two glass drinking cups from his mother's cabinet and dunked one inside the sugar bag, filling it all the way up to the rim. He poured half of its contents into the other glass until they were exactly even, then dumped one into the large mixing bowl. "There. A half a cup," he said out loud, staring ...
The Thief's Pyre
When he looked his father in the face, Darragh wanted to disappear. Odhran Lynch was six-foot-two, dark-haired and hazel-eyed, with the broad, muscled frame of a farmer, and though he bore a name that was not Trase, he blended remarkably well. Still, he was not. And still, he pretended.At least his mother dressed it up some, wore the charming determination that came with her name. Aoife Trase - she had not taken her husband’s name - rested a strong hand on her son’s shoulder and shook him once, gently. At only 14, Darragh Trase stood three inches taller than his mother’s imposing frame.“What y...
The Birth of Mary
As I slid into my silk panties, I knew I was tasting forbidden fruit. The thought of this biblical reference passed through my mind, reminding me of my Bible thumping father. He had been a stern man, and if he could see me now, he would roll over in his grave. “Gary, how could you do something so unimaginable?” “Gary, how could you do something so unimaginable?” he would have shouted. But death had a way of silencing people, leaving me with the last word. “You’re dead, Dad, and now I’m going to start living my true life.” A dim light, illuminating from my closet, pulled at me, drawing me towa...