Racing down the mountain side
A winding highway in the rain
More flight than pleasure ride
Surely I was insane
The light was getting dim
If only my brakes weren’t so worn
My plight looking grim
Would they find my body in the morn?
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Amy wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and flushed the toilet quickly before her mother asked questions.
I’m not a religious man, but sitting at head of the table where my grandfather would have normally sit, I looked around to my rarely-assembled family, all ea...
I took the cool can and placed it on my chest, letting the condensation drip between my breasts.
Jake hobbled in to the kitchen and half-sat on his haunches.
