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In my youth we lived in San Diego, Or rather I should say, in Chula Vista. I was a youngster, watching the big show. The world was mine, flowering with delight. Nothing was lost to my eyes all aglow. Climbing up into the arms of a tree I watched the scary...

Snow Monkey

as you fall into the bank of snow

Snow Monkey at a young age you move off to bed looking out the window as the sky turns pink even at your young age you know there is snow in the sky .. will you.. could you have that special day that snow day? under your quilts you hide with but a nose to...

My mad and lost friend

A story about youthful rebellion and its possible consequences

We were young and like most children our age we were also stupid and carefree, we had no care for the consequences of some of the things we did just like almost everyone passing through life at that age must not have cared too. It started at that age in o...

Zubaidah was only 14 the first time she was laid. There was no emotion, just placid motions of the old in out, and before she knew it, she was no longer a virgin. It was all business. She hung around with the hoodrats and drug peddlers of Tiong Bahru, tal...

Time Passages

Time waits on no one.

We, in our youth, thought time was never ending.We couldn't seem to wait, wanting to be older. Looking ahead always appeared so far away.Glancing back we question, where did it all go? Age wrinkles faces, hair disappears, turning grey. Body shape changes,...

How I Lost My Way - Part 1

My story of losing my way and returning

How I lost my way - Part 1This is about myself. I've never written a story, let alone about myself. I grew up in Michigan in the 50's with my older brother and parents. Grew up with a strong German mother and a workaholic Irish father. You could say we we...

The Blind Date

Something works out

If anyone likes this I'll continue with it. “Bill, you have to help me out! “I do, huh? Why do I?' “Come on, haven't we been friends since grade school? Think of all the times I've helped you out.” “That wouldn't take long. What did you do now? I haven't...

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There was once this boy. Of our times. The time of dust and traffic jams. An ordinary boy. His name is not important. Let him be every boy. If this problematises the situation, we could call him “X” or maybe “Tom, Dick or Harry” perhaps? But then again…le...