

Inspired by the Crazies etc.I was the girl who pushed insects into other girls faces and dropped it in their hair. I grossed out other girls by getting them close to the mud puddles and pointing out the frogs. I found my sex boring and silly, even at that age. Boys would punch each other, draw blood, pretend to be superheroes and build worlds of iron and power from wood and rocks. Boys would say stupid things, kick each other, then make up.Inspired by the Crazies etc.
Not that I didnt want to have any girl friends. I tried. At least I remember trying at one point. A girl named Angie ap


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I had never put much faith in ghosts, haunts, poltergeists or other floaty white transparent beings. I believed in God and while he did have spiritual phenomena, many of the scary tales bobbing around were just that; scary tales to keep children in line, or to impress, or to make your loved ones skin crawl and want to jump into your arms. They were good to listen to and occasionally gave me nightmares, but I never started looking over my shoulder for them or keeping my ears pricked for strange bumps in the night. If there were any, those were usually my neighbors having sex or the


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He drives this way every night, lean, heavy, young arms, stretched Straight and true, bearing down on the wheel. Long, tanned, tapered fingers pinch the cracked, chipped hide Flaking in his lap. Weary, warm eyes peer steadily, the pain Clutching at his soft insides. His soft palm covers my desert hand, squeezing light speech That shakes my motionless core, quickly, awake. I watch our lives flicker, waver, dim, then suddenly bang open Waking him cold. I study his fake blonde hair. It sprinkles his skin. The pool gets us all at some point. I shi
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"A little trust goes a long way. The less you give, the further you'll go."
This is Arc by the way
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