Cheryl
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Like a ViolinA Story by CherylA little flash fiction I wrote spontaneously one evening. |
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The Last LaughA Story by CherylAn anonymous morning 'roll in the hay' between two lovers. |
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Finding FamilyA Story by CherylWhen Dalton gets lost in the airport, he finds more than what he first thinks. |
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Before BedA Story by CherylA blurbie I actually wrote from the gut of my brain a day or two ago about a boy named Lamar and his unexpected encounter as he prepares for bed. |
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To VentA Poem by CherylA blurbie. I often write poetry, for whatever reason, when I'm angry. And here, of course, is the result. |
Compartment 114
Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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