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I wear scrubs almost every day and thank goodness they have lots of pockets. I always have my cell phone, 2-3 pens (people steal them!) my keys, some change and my bank card and chapstick. (I'm addicted to chapstick!) I do carry my backpack which is usually crammed full of a change of clothes and a couple of notebooks!
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Hahaha! I love that just in case we can't figure out what your carrying, you put up pictures to show us!
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The key slid smoothly into the door. No fumbling…the metal didn’t catch…there was no hesitation at all as it sank into place. My pulse pounded in my ears. With one turn, the silver shinny key clicked the door unlocked. I waited…silence. There was no sound from inside. “Go in!” My voice screamed inside my head as I stood there in the hallway with my hand hovering above the doorknob. The industrial cage used for an elevator suddenly lurched. I jerked, gasping for air, I shook my head
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A treat? Really? I carry a little notebook with me and write down all my random thoughts and story lines. I also have one beside my bed so I can write down everything that happens in my dreams. As far as getting it on the computer screen? I try to have a well planned out story line with good characters and plot before I type a single key. That helps it flow better when I already know what I want to say. Good job at getting to a great start!
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I love my ebooks! The best idea in a long time
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I really went back and forth if I was going to go deep into Ross and Nash's relationship...another story of it's own maybe...
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This is the story of Rosaly and Ross. Adolescence is hard enough without the struggle of being transgender. How can you show someone the real you, when you’re unsure of who you are?
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"the only man I ever gave time to in my life that I didn’t kill." But you did kill him- you killed him by turning your back and walking away! Your story is dark and gritty but I like it.
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Was cool to read how it applies to some people and not others. I always read those articles but don't put too much thought into it. I'm a twin and we are as different as night and day, but we are kind of fun loving since we are the youngest.
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Yes! I believe in love and fall in love all over again, every day. The stop looking and that is when you find it is so true. If something is forced it is NOT real. You are so young, there is so much time for you to find the right person. You might have to evaluate where you're meeting these guys who only want you for sex. You find someone! Love ya!
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“I had sex!” I was ready to burst. “What?” Dr. Thomas looked up from his desk and shook his head. “What? You what?” By now I was unable to contain my smile. “I…had…sex.” Emphasizing each word. “Are you kidding me, Ross? I thought we agreed that it would be best for you to wait--” Rolling my eyes, I plopped into the chair across from his desk. I loved to hear people say my new name. Our first year of high school, Mom waltzed in and bluntly told the school they made a mistake
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Summer came and went. I rode my bike alone. I wanted to go by Randy’s house, but his dad was home during the day, so I avoid him too. When the new school year started, Matthew Rollins didn’t return. There was buzz that his parents sent him to military school for the pencil incident. If it helped everyone forget all about it, then I was glad that he was gone. Fall has always been my favorite time of year. Walking home in the warm autumn sun was nice. Middle school was starting off prett
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“What?” Emily and I echoed in unison. Our ranting continued while Mom stood there unable to control the barrage of escalating shouting. “You’re kidding!” “This can’t be happening! This really, really can’t be happening!” “What about my friends?” “How am I supposed to fit in with a bunch of new kids?” “Come on girls, it’s not going to be that bad.” She tried, but it didn’t work. “Denise and Randy both go to public school. They might be in one of your classes--” “There se
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I’m a square peg in a game of dominos! No matter what combination you use, every tile finds a match. Little white plastic rectangles arranged with coordinating black dots. Some people take longer than others for find their perfect match, but with so many options you’ll eventually find one. The only problem is, I’ve been playing the game with all the wrong pieces. I’m an ugly wooden peg in a world full of pretty plastic pieces. No matter how hard I try, I’m never going to fit in. Eve
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Wow, 82 years! I'm new to GA and can't wait to read your stories. My Grandmother just died a few months ago and she was 83 and I loved to sit and listen to her talk about her life, how her journey and your journey are never going to be same as mine or even younger people today. Each life is a treasure and every story is a gem!
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I have a Subaru Forester. I got it after my Toyota Rav 4 was totaled a few months ago. I keep forgetting that I have it and actually tried to get into someone elses vehicle.
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I found an old poem that I wrote when I was a teenager. My family and I weren't getting along. I was having a really hard time at that point in my life.
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I stand on the shore, all alone. The light grows dim and I think about home. All the times we disagreed, the one who was wrong, well, it was always me. As the sun is swallowed by the sea, I wonder if anyone will remember me. I did my best, and what I thought was right, As I stand here alone, on this cold summer night.
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It's one thing to quit school, but sell everything to buy a van and bum around doing odd jobs? I really hope your being sarcastic. Try to stick it out. Anything worth having is worth the fight. Good luck!
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** This Story was Reposted 2021** The pull of the moon grows stronger every minute. Can a lone wolf find a mate or will he be forever alone? This is a fun little romp about werewolf sex.... not much plot, just sex! 😈
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Chapter 3 Bryson licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled. He didn’t try to stop Beautiful from punching him, because he knew he deserved it. He deserved a whole lot more and silently stood there waiting for more. Bryson would let Beautiful do whatever he needed to do, as long as they fucked and made up afterwards. Beautiful’s fingers caught Bryson’s shirt collar. The material snapped open, popping the buttons as it split all the way down the center. Rust colore
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Chapter 2 “Come on Bry,” Carson protested. “Why can’t you go on a double-date with us?” “Because I’ve never met this girl, so, technically it would be a blind-date and not a double-date—” Carson stomped around the living room. “You honestly want to pass up a perfectly good piece of ass?” he interrupted his brother. Bryson smiled. The memory of his tryst in the parking lot outside of the Iron Side was still fresh in his mind. Beautiful was the most perfect piece of ass that
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The Lone Wolf by K.C. Grim Chapter 1 The fuller that big bright moon grew, the more anxious Bryson Gilroy became. He noticed it building inside him last month, just before the full moon cast her spell. He’d been able to tamp it down last time, but this time, that moon, well, she was going to win. Shivers raced down his spine. Taking deep and steady breaths didn’t help. Nothing helped. Bryson was on the verge of losing control and everyone around him knew it. His
