It was the first day of first grade and I stood in line for the bus on the corner of our street with my two best friends Meg and Kate. They were sisters, one was a year older than me and one was a year younger. As we stood...read more
I'm attempting to write this, yet it feels like sheer torture. I have an overwhelming feeling of dread, that all who read this are going to pick it apart. I feel overwhelmed by the fact that I am even attempting to put my ...read more
When I stood to walk out of my cubicle at the office and head toward the ladies' room, I felt a strange sensation. Not the obvious one - impending urination - but that of fear. Exiting the department area and heading dow...read more
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