Old Habits Never Die

Old Habits Never Die

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Janice gritted her teeth as her husband continued with his annoying habit of sucking on his teeth. Her head tilted to the side as she tried not to cringe at the sound for the thousandth time. ‘My god!’ she thought to herself,…

Like a Moth…

Like a Moth…

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He had always felt drawn to her, a pulling that he couldn’t resist. Like a moth to a flame. He loved her hair, it was like silk under his fingers. He could spend hours running his fingers or a brush through her…

Choice Cuts (Short Story)

Choice Cuts (Short Story)

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He licked his lips, the juice from the meat he was eating dribbling down his chin until it broke free and dropped onto the ever increasing stain on his old T-shirt. He smacked his lips, muttering “Yummy!” as his strong teeth tore…