Thanks for the voting on my stories. I thank for bad and good coments and will write more stories if you all would like me to go on. If you would like it please email me to do so. If not I guess I will stop writing. Next morning I got up my mother was
As Nora sat in her biology class, she couldn’t stop thinking about what happened earlier that day. She witnessed Jessica and Taylor getting their asses spanked raw by Emily…while a group of eager student onlookers jeered and laughed at them.Someone drops a piece of paper on her desk, as the biology teacher droned on about
Author’s forewordI wrote this a while back with the encouragement and specific guidance of a social media contact.I liked how it came out and it seemed worth sharing.My contact evaporated before I got around to writing the next bit.If anybody’s interested let me know, and I’ll work on it.Part 1: IntroductionsA flutter in your chest
Author’s Note: This is prelude to the Sindhu Diary – a Punctuated SymphonyMy heart raced as my mother initiated the conversation that had cast a lingering shadow over that memorable night. Her eyes bore a blend of curiosity and apprehension, and I steeled myself for a discourse that held the potential to unearth long-submerged uncertainties.