A Two-Way Street

She was as quiet as a mouse. Lying in the middle of her king size bed that she hadn’t shared with anybody but me for as long as I could remember, her body looked slender, fragile and — strangely peaceful. Unsure of what to do I stood in the open door and watched her motionless…

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Cruel Intentions

The school toilets in the basement are wet and cold. Ever since they had reconstructed the bathrooms near the cafeteria in…