Stories tagged “denny”
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Where There's Smoke, There's Fire (III)
I don’t know why, but I cried. When he said that, I teared up and cried, right then and there. Maybe it’s because it’s partly my fault, or maybe it’s because his children will never know who their father really was outside of th...
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Where There's Smoke There's Fire (IV)
Denny’s house smells strongly of cigarettes. His wife—if he had one—must be a chain smoker too. The house isn’t exactly what you’d call clean, but it’s tolerable. I follow Denny to the upstairs bedroom which is the e...
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Where There's Smoke There's Fire (V)
“Relax, honey,” She walked to the right of the bed and put down the tray on top of the nightstand I hadn’t noticed before. “Relax? You’re some crazy bitch who tied me to this bed!” I yell, struggling again. “No...
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Epiphany (III)
The police didn’t take long coming to the house. A black police man looked around the house, while a bunch of other cops and medics, entered the house. “TV doesn’t do you any justice. They usually say you guys take forever.” ...