The Night I Screamed Like A Girl

It was my turn to feed the dogs. My three sisters and I took turns feeding them, and it was my turn. I was nineteen years old, and home from college for fall break to hang out with my high-school sweetheart. I mean to see my family. Rebecca (my girlfriend) and I were...
Trash: A Short Story of Regret

Trash: A Short Story of Regret

It was my favorite day of the week. Every Wednesday my dad would let me drive his truck to the end of the driveway to drop off the trash. For a 12 year old boy, life doesn’t get any better than driving a real grown-up pick-up truck. I can still remember the color,...

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