By Esther Crompton
I want you to know that I’ve tasted life’s flavors.
Larry: “This tastes like ball sack.”
Darnell|: “How would you know?”
Esther: “Give it here. 389 more words
Impetuosness. Innocence. Curiosity. However, the thing thing which sticks out in my mind the most is impetuosness.
His name is Adam. He lives on twenty-two Reimden Lane. 431 more words
12 hours, 10 minutes
Thoughts from a Christian Cowgirl
Written for Christian Flash Weekly #26
The alley was dark.
Don Cheatham stopped, unable to see. He touched Diamond’s shoulder. “I guess we’ll spend the night here.” He swung out of the saddle and carefully untacked her. 723 more words
12 hours, 31 minutes
Happy October, everyone! I love this month — a life-giving, beautiful-looking, and feeling-good kind of month! Apparently, I am not the only one who loves October. 561 more words
12 hours, 36 minutes
Jac stared in amazement at the blue expanse in front of him as the bus reached the crest of the hill and began its descent. 1,728 more words
20 hours, 15 minutes
Adventures of Curly Sue 92
“Jules!” I cringed. She was the only person who called me anything other than Julia, and I hated it, but she ignored every time I corrected her. 129 more words
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Emin hid silently in the trees, fingering his bow. The muscles in his arms were cramped from his tight grip, but he didn’t dare lessen his hold. 464 more words
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