Nobody spells it right. My first wife ordered wedding invitations and spelled my middle name Neil. The invitations had to be reordered. I suppose it was my fault somehow, though I didn't pick the name for myself. I don't even know anybody named Neal. Not that it mattered in the long run. She dumped me …
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Daily writing promptYou're writing your autobiography. What's your opening sentence?View all responses I'm not much but I'm all I think about.
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LUCK
And that was the last time any of us saw Jesse tits-forward. He didn’t believe in luck, but it was the very thing that let Jesse live long enough to die when he did.
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Decisive Moments
Our tongues moved around in our mouths slowly, softly caressing each other back and forth like warm, mating worms. Her lips were hot and soft, so soft. It felt like our faces had melted together. That affair didn’t end the way it was supposed to—for Jacquie.
Kayen Rice 