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  • Confession Is Good For The Soul (Part 1)

    February 9th, 19866:31 PM Confession

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  • Confession Is Good For The Soul (Part 2)

    3. The Call6:22 PM “This is 911, Can you please state the nature of your emergency?”6:22 PM “Yes, My name is Marshall Jackson. I live at 406 BoMonte Ln in ...

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  • In The Attic (Chapter 1 Revised)

    1. “Mommy, come quick!!” Jay Jay screamed at the top of his lungs from his tiny

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  • Confession Is Good For The Soul ( Final Part)

    5. The EndThere has been a change of plans since I had placed the call to 911. It would take them a good 40 minutes to make it here. I ...

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  • Flight 764-Chapter 1

    1. You could say that Gerald Falco was an unlucky man. Even the time he won two hundred fifty dollars on the two dollar scratch off lottery ticket he had ...

    4 min read
  • Flight 764-Chapter 2

    2. JustineGerald did love his daughter. Justine Falco was a smart and beautiful young lady, who favored her mother’s looks. She had the long blonde curly hair and the famous ...

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  • Flight 764-Chapter 3

    3. The Gold DiggerIt turns out, on June 12th on the way to the airport, Gerald actually forgot the damn passports at home. It was a good thing they arrived ...

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  • Flight 764-Chapter 4.1

    Chapter 41. First ClassJustine was more than excited about her life-long dream of going to France finally coming true. There was still one added surprise for Justine that Gerald didn’t ...

    8 min read
  • My Dead Husband's Mother's Day Present (Revised)

    My Dead Husband’s Mother’s Day PresentBy BT Musselman“I’m sorry Mom, I can’t do it this time,” Lynn said to her mother. “I just had to take out a loan to ...

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  • Flight 764-Chapter 4.2

    2.Hecto S. Akiyaba, also known as Osama by Gerald and Justine, sat in the much too tiny seat in the third row in the coach section. After he had muttered ...

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— Anna Held