Category: Fiction

08 Oct

by MissO

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Cynthia: Hey babe Victor: How are you? Cynthia: (gets in the car) Oops! I think I just sat on something. Cynthia: Where did you get...

15 Feb

by MissO

2 Comments

His phone rang for the umpteenth time in the last hour. He ignored it. Just like he had the last time. And the time before...

18 Nov

by MissO

4 Comments

It was a memorable night. But not for the right reasons. At least, not for the reasons you think. I was a final year student...

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