What made her fear the rain ))) a strange emotion ((( was the rain’s motion. Today the rain fell but it didn’t reach the ground!!! The smothered rain scared her, but who cares? The ex[tension] of this feeling was something like a torrential rain that has nothing to do but scar her already wounded heart. Listening to the stifled voice of the rain, she looked like an innocent little child scared by a scare[crow]. The rain stopped, but fear & anxiety were still tilling her chest.

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decapitated discourse still oozes from the blocked pores of the tongues.

Ack! 

My first fan mail ever here at 6S was from realloverose, who saw my profile today and fund me worthy to be hers as someone she can lay on his arms. With love is concern, caring in this awkward position, she  will apparently be teasing me all nightlong which is so awesome because not only is this my first fan mail but first threesome too - giddyup!  I can email her, miss rose, and remember that distance or color does not…

Sure, I was a rebellious little bastard, and to be honest, the only reason why I bothered attending school at all was to avoid truancy arrest.

Sister Margaret Gertrude and the other hooded vultures gave up on me a long time ago, but I decided to shock the hell out of ‘em by actually doing a homework assignment.

So that night, I grabbed a pen and hastily cranked out the two-page essay assignment, which turned into a six-page sophomoric drivel-fest about a bank robbery gone bad,…

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MuDJoB wishes you and yours a happy and safe holiday season. If you find yourself with a few spare moments (yeah, who's got any of those hanging around?), and you're looking for something to fill the time, why not go back and revisit a favorite by one of the many fine authors listed below? Remember, It's a Wonderful Life, and inspiration comes in all forms. This week we've got a nifty little tale by Bill Lapham called…