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When I write on Opuss, I write to be heard, Not to become first... Or second... Or third. Yes, that's a challenge, But not a single aim, It ruins every prospect, Of the word-fuelled game.
27/22/12 It was a mistake, going to Sarah's house. I'm never going back.
In her American radio show, Dr Laura Schlesinger said that, as an observant Orthodox Jew, homosexuality is an abomination according to Leviticus 18:22, and cannot be condoned under any circumstance.
Hi, here's the next chapter... Hope you like it... Chapter 16 I woke up in Jason’s arms; we must have fallen asleep on the couch. It was the 31st of December, new year’s eve.
Hey guys, this is chapter 11... Chapter 11 I woke up and saw Damien staring at me. He smiled. I loved that smile, it made me want to kiss him. “Morning baby girl” He said and kissed me.
A young man sits at his computer, he has waited 5 years to try and arrange his thoughts. Even now he feels his stomach contract as feelings and memories resurface.
With so many tags here on Opuss, I thought it might be useful to gather them together.
Adam and I kept trying for a baby, two months had passed since we had visited the doctor when it happened.
I tensed my body, as the heavy vase exploded over my head, dark dots swam in and out of my blurring vision.
Keeping to my recent theme of dreams and all stuff sleepy, I'm going to write up a very intense dream /sleep paralysis episode I had. This will probably be my strangest post to date so be warned.
I have a 'friend' on Facebook who I very rarely see His information overload is way too much for me He seems to post each minute of each hour of each day I suppose it's just what happens when you...
The attraction was instant. I saw you, unconventionally handsome, tall and slim with tousled brown hair and an uncomfortable smile, and my heart instantly reacted, like a drop of acid on litmus.
This spooky short story does contain content that some may find upsetting...I'm sorry if it does. Jenna was a young girl having a good time.
Being British is about driving a German car to an Irish pub for a Belgian beer, then traveling home, grabbing an Indian curry or a Turkish kebab on the way, to sit on Swedish furniture and watch...
#disabilityaware Being a parent comes with it's highs and lows and it's fair share of happiness, sadness and sheer frustration. Today is a day of sheer frustration.
Hey, Here's chapter 21. ENJOY. And please repost Chapter 21 I woke up to the sound of birds tweeting. Morning already. Damien was next to me, thank god. He wasn’t just a dream.
Hey, this is chapter 10. Nothing is really happening but I knew you guys wanted it. Thanks for all your support.
Chapter 1: It all started on my eighteenth birthday. I decided that it was time for me to do some proper work and stop doing small, pointless jobs for my parents.
Hey guys, Enjoy. Chapter 17 Thirty minutes later several police cars were outside my summer house. Patch was talking to some police men in their van while I sat on the chair outside.
Well almost another week over at the funny farm (sorry unPC) and ... I was doing so so well. However this week it has all gone a bit Pete Tong.
Dear Doug, this is a letter, you'll never see But I felt compelled to write it, nevertheless As often I still think of you How things between us were left I don't believe in a life of regret No use...
Warning.... Strong Adult Content 18+ My name is Emma Machon and I was 25 years old when I was murdered.
Adams face fell, he knelt down beside me he silently.
People come to me to die. It's a surprisingly easy job, and very well paid. Not that I can tell anyone that, of course. Today's client sits before me, hands shaking, tears running down her soft...